Michael didn't take their weird stares for rudeness. After all, they had just experienced something traumatic. Their entire village was laid to waste in a matter of seconds, and if they were any less alert, they could have lost their lives as well.
"We have nothing to offer, but please come inside," Thrain said, welcoming him to their safe haven.
Michael entered the nearly wrecked house of the dwarves and saw an entire village of them crammed into this very small space.
If it weren't for their small stature, they wouldn't have been able to fit into such a cramped place. After all, their numbers were nearing three digits!
"As dwarves, we are indebted to repay twofold what you have done for us. However, we are currently unable to fulfill that," Thrain said, looking apologetic.
But Michael shook his head. "There's no need to worry about that for now. It looks like you all have it rough."
