Meliya eyed Icarus warily for several moments, before the Elf begrudgingly slackened her grip on the hilt of her dagger. 
"I never thought I would say this, but I agree with the other dwarf. Give me [i]one[/i] good reason why I should believe that what comes out of his mouth should be truth and not lies meant to send us to our deaths. Your 'inklings' on the matter are not enough to sway my judgement as of yet, young dwarf. You should not be so quick to trust those you have only just met."

In the back of her mind of course, she did wonder whether it [i]was[/i] a genuine warning, but her common sense told her not to believe it. Satyrs were born tricksters, as anyone worth their salt would know. She rather fancied taking her chances, much like Thranok seemed to be inclined to, with the goblins and worgs ahead. No doubt they could probably fight them off, there couldn't be that many surely...