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“Who da’ yuh think ya’ callin’ WEE?”, Grudgebearer screamed back, furrowing his heavy brow and bulging what massive chest he held, held back only by the heavy breastplate he wore now. Surprisingly, the commander who would likely not see much battle, wore some of the heaviest, best armor in the city's defense.
“Ah’ll not ‘av some cock come intuh Belgrath, demandin’ muh tribute! Wha’ yuh want next, uh fuckin’ footrub?”, he said, equal amount of spit and hot air flying from his harry, gingery maw.
Douglas looked on in slight amazement. Is this how dwarves often settled their differences? He’d only seen humans engage in conflict, and most didn’t come down to ‘footrubs’ and ‘cocks’. Most, that is; most being settled in court under the guiding hand of the Merchant Council. An uncomfortable sensation washed over him as he dragged his thoughts away from Elbion, and Eimur.
“Belgrath has stood thousan’ o’ years without yuh Khazak arses comin’ tuh help. Unlike ye’, ah ‘aven’t lost mah city yet, an' ah certainly do'n fuckin' intend tuh.”, his finished with his face turning a blemished shade of red.
As he said that, many of the dwarves nearby suddenly stopped what they were doing, peering towards what their commander might say next, and with them the Mage known as Douglas. His expression was a bit more open, already understanding the weight of the Commander’s words, and his intended implications.
Haelen Blacklocks
“Ah’ll not ‘av some cock come intuh Belgrath, demandin’ muh tribute! Wha’ yuh want next, uh fuckin’ footrub?”, he said, equal amount of spit and hot air flying from his harry, gingery maw.
Douglas looked on in slight amazement. Is this how dwarves often settled their differences? He’d only seen humans engage in conflict, and most didn’t come down to ‘footrubs’ and ‘cocks’. Most, that is; most being settled in court under the guiding hand of the Merchant Council. An uncomfortable sensation washed over him as he dragged his thoughts away from Elbion, and Eimur.
“Belgrath has stood thousan’ o’ years without yuh Khazak arses comin’ tuh help. Unlike ye’, ah ‘aven’t lost mah city yet, an' ah certainly do'n fuckin' intend tuh.”, his finished with his face turning a blemished shade of red.
As he said that, many of the dwarves nearby suddenly stopped what they were doing, peering towards what their commander might say next, and with them the Mage known as Douglas. His expression was a bit more open, already understanding the weight of the Commander’s words, and his intended implications.
Haelen Blacklocks