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Murdock lowers his bottle. He stares at Datz, then you, then Datz again, and finally back at you. "We're all doomed."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing..." He sighs. "Well, so here you are. Pleased to meet ya', gnolls." Something about his expression tells you he's being sarcastic.
"I'm impressed that so many of you dwarves know Gnollish!" Daitza remarks with a surprised look. She's right - all the priests you've talked to so far, including this one, have addressed you in your native language, and they all speak it very fluently..
Murdock shrugs. "When you've got four hundred years to live, there's plenty of time to spare. Why not use it learnin' a language or two, especially one as simple as yours. Tribals don't have an ample vocabulary, so to say." He sighs. "So, I'm guessin' you didn't come here for friendly chat. You want something. I doubt you'd be wastin' your time when you only have two days before the Council makes gazpacho out of ye."
"How... do you know that?"
"News travels fast, kids. Those Council dudes sure applied an iron fist with ye..." He shakes his head, frowning. "... Buncha' jackasses, all of 'em. Those idiots don't have their priorities set straight. If they kill ye, the world is doomed. Simple as. That twerp of Aaron knows it better than anyone, so it surprises me he decided to submit to their will. The idiot doesn't deserve to be a High Priest."
"Wait, so... you KNOW I'm the Champion?"
The dwarf stares at you intensely for a moment before speaking. "Kid, I don't know how a gnoll like ye came to be His hand of justice. Nobody other than the Council knows yer story. I was told you're going to speak in front of the fortress during dinner time. Maybe things will be cleared out then, maybe not. All I know is this..." He steps forward and taps your belly with a finger, making you flinch. "You have an angel within you. Anu's got your back. That's somethin' I'm one-hundred percent sure of. Now, as to why the hell would He pick a gnoll as the saviour... that's beyond me."
He steps back, smacking his lips. A tired sigh escapes his mouth. "Look, I'm tired of questionin' everything. Sometimes, things are just the way they are. God's will is perfect, and His will is that you be the saviour. I don't need more than that."
"I'm... I'm glad you're on our side."
"Yes, it's... it's good to hear you support Hyeny."
"Bah!" Murdock scowls at your words of grattiude. "Cut it off and speak up already. Why are you here? I don't think you wanna learn the intrincacies of dwarven l o r e. Nah, you look the practical type..." He mutters a forced smile. "Shoot, or I'll go back to drinkin' my purple nectar."
== CHOOSE ONE TOPIC == (you can choose others later if you like, but one at a time)
>Ask if he can teach you how to cast spells
>Ask about the seven priests behind him
>Ask about dwarven l o r e (write in)
>Ask his opinion on... (write in)
>Say goodbye and go do something else (what?)
>Write in
