'This mission sounds pretty simple,' Colin thought to himself. But considering the others, he didn't dare say it out loud.
Just then, Dorn continued, "Oh, right. There's something I have to confess to you all."
"What is it?" Colin asked, flipping through his Spellbook.
"Actually, I'm a mix of Gray Dwarf and Dwarf," Dorn said, tentatively studying the others' expressions. "How come none of you seem surprised?"
"You're sitting here with a Mage who can identify an Aboleth from the faintest clues. Why would you think we'd be surprised?" Colin said.
He didn't really want to get into a deep conversation with Dorn about what Donkexes and the others thought of him.
These things were too complicated. It was better to let them sort it out themselves. Outsiders saying too much could easily stir up trouble, even with the best intentions of helping the Dwarves.
It was obvious that Dorn's expression relaxed considerably after Colin finished speaking.
