A sleeping dwarf

Sygn had never in her life seen something more reckless and foolish than the sight she had right before her eyes in that moment. A dwarf, swaddled in a striped blanket and by all means and ends soundly asleep, having a nearby rock as his only shelter.

Who could have been so careless to fall asleep in such a place, in a land where the slightest moment off guard could mean death - and an ugly sort of it? Well, his snores were probably enough to scare half the Legion away, she chuckled to herself. Nonetheless, she could not leave him there. Maybe he was in trouble, lost in this savage land, where even flying rocks might bash your head in without warning. Not that she had ever seen a lost dwarf before. But one could never know...

"Heya! Wake up!"

The stout paladin accompanied her shout with some dedicated prodding with the handle of her hefty axe.
The sleeping dwarf groaned, then stretched and blinked hazily towards the light and the sound of her voice.

"What do ya want, woman?" he asked, obviously irritated. "Can't a man get some decent sleep in 'tis place?"

As if to answer his words, the ground shook violently a couple of times. He jumped to his feet, half stumbling on the blanket, trying to maintain his equilibrium.

"Whadda?"

The ground trembled again, as if under the weight of some enormous, purposeful steps. Sygn whirled around to look over her shoulder, then clasped a fist on her black braid as she turned back to him.

"Me thinks we're goin' to find out how swift ya can be, dwarf", she said, half mockingly; then suddenly her voice became urgent and maybe a little scared. "Now run!"