The man's words of Elves would ring in Burundi's ears until they hit the road. The Elgi were nothing to laugh at or take lightly, for they had broken every oath they had ever made with the Dawi, and sent hundreds of thousands of them to their dooms. Only the Grobi and Skaven, and the leech-like Vampires had more serious grudges in the Damaz-Kron. Something Burundi nor any Dwarf would ever forget. 

But he let it go when he saw young Johann at the car, awaiting them. The Dwarf wasn't mirthless earlier, but it was still a very large smile that crossed his face when he saw the young one. That is, until he realized that this might mean that he was to be put in danger. Burundi insisted upon taking Blunderbuss, as it was called. Sitting up front with the young one to keep watch, his crossbow in his hands. 

If anyone in the group were to question the young one, they'd need to speak to the Dwarf as well. Contestation on the boy's loyalties wouldn't be tolerated, as far as Burundi was concerned. He still didn't consider him a close friend, but he had been honorable enough to a stranger that needed to hitch on his wagon, and so he would be honorable in turn. 

It was another pleasant surprise, when the Halfling appeared as if by some strange magic to offer him a proper Dwarfen treat! He wasn't expecting such a thing in any lands ruled by Men! "Ack! Thank ye, lad. You do me belly well, by my beard." He stated, and began to chew gingerly on the fine meal. As the others approached, he didn't hide his chewing, but he did attempt to keep his beard clean at least. 

This day would prove fortuitous, if it brought not only such a meal, but a chance for gold as well. The payment in his purse from earlier was already nearly as good as a pint of bugmans.