I can never be too sure with Striders. [There's as much bitterness as there is condescension in his tone. As if he's laying the blame for the situation on Dirk in the most subtle nuances.]

You've no obligation to linger, you know. [He shoos at him with his hands.] Go play. Or whatever it is you're meant to do at festivals, at the very least. [Murdoc looks like he knows that.]