The dwarves had the natural ability to find something to complain about no matter the situation. And given their current situation was woefully bleak, there was plenty for them to complain about, including being too hot (or too cold), too tired (or too awake), too bored (or too entertained). The dwarf that had complained about being too entertained had been sitting and watching Mrz’s antics with the healer before declaring he needed “some bloody peace and quiet”.
