Hurrik didn't respond at first, eyes closed as he thought on the matter, but before he could respond, a guardsman came in with a proclamation for the man's group. A loud proclamation at that, disturbing the work and rest of everyone in the infirmary. Ignoring the gestures from one of the medics, the dwarf would get to his feet, stretching his limbs that were still stiff from hours of bending over bodies.

[color=Green]"I'm doing little help here, so why not help you all in stopping the problem at it's source.[/color] Hurrik would look over the many poor souls collected in the infirmary, most clinging on to life by a hairsbreadth, and a good number of them no closer to surviving their wounds then before. [color=Green]Patching up the wounded won't mean much if we don't take care of that damnable beast and its horde.[/color]

He was about to make his way out the door and to the governor's office when he realized he'd forogtten a rather important detail. After a few moments of wondering whether it was worth the hassle of addressing himself, he turned to face the man behind him. 

[color=Green]"Name's Hurrik, what's yours?[/color]

[@Harbinger of Ferocity]