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“You! Umgi!” He pointed an accusing finger at Lucian as he slowly crossed the distance between the two of them, “I’m looking for the Heir of Ruin, know where he is?”
“M-my apologies?” Lucian could not help but express his surprise as the person said his title.
“I want to meet the Umgi who supposedly ran into a horde of Goblins with nothin’ more than a farm instrument. It would be fun to have a drink with him!” The person said with at first a grumble, than a cheer.
“Uh, that would be me sir.” Lucian said as he gave a short bow, “I am Lucian of… Verac sir.”
The Peasant watched as the little man grew the most wicked smile that he had ever seen upon a person. There was no cruelty within it but it looked as if the man had struck a vein of Gold in that moment. Suddenly a belt of laughter came from the man while his stomach rumbled.
“You look scare out of your wits, Umgi. Fightin’ the Grobi does not phase you but a Dawi talkin’ to you does?” Each word spoke rang across the tents, easily shaking Lucian’s bones as if they were hammers.
In an instant Lucian realized the truth, “You… you are not human.”
“Aye, Umgi, very observant.” Sarcasm laced his voice as he punched his fist into his chest, “I’m a Dawi, Dwarf in your tongue! I am Adok Fireskin from Karak Ankor!”
“A-are you here to steal my socks!?” Lucian said with fear in his voice.
In an instant the dwarf gave a mighty cough as the surprise of the statement slammed into him, “What in the name of Grungi would I need your socks!?”
Lucian felt his face blush red as he realized he had made an error, “My apologies, Sir, it is my error.”
“I’m going to need more than humility to pay off such a slight, Umgi.” From the back of the dwarf was produced a pair of bottles, “If you drink me under the table, I’ll forgive ya Umgi. If not I’ll make sure your name gets into the book for that.”
>Drink him under the table
>Have a drink, but decline the competition
>Best not to drink with the Fay.