Upon Frost and Findlay's arrival the two dwarven guards saluted by slamming their fists against their chests. One was a bit too gung-ho and hit himself too hard, knocking the wind out if his chest, he coughed a little. The usually funny antics did little to alter the cold expression Frost had on his face. Findlay by his side just shook his head but kept his tongue. He could feel the anger building in his master.