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The humielet stands up, approaches and blocks your path, making sure to keep his distance. He looks you and Daitza up and down with a harsh, disdainful glare…
“Hewo” you greet him, forcing a friendly grin.
“Hewo…? HEWO?! Is that all you have to say after getting my sons killed?! I should crush yer filthy skull in this instant!”
“Um… we’re vewy sowy fow youw loss, mister Koolgawh” you say in Dwarvish, but your poor accent infuriates the dwarf. “Be silent, murderer! I cannot stand your ridiculous accent! I CANNOT!”
This guy is starting to annoy you. Too bad you can’t shut his mouth with a well placed jab without bringing the wrath of the fortress upon you. All that remains is a diplomatic approach... “Get out of ouw way. We’re not deawing with your cwap!”
“Over my freakin’ corpse.” He extends his arms to the sides, as if trying to prevent you from walking past him. “Mark my words, gnolls. Once the truth about you comes to light, I’ll be the first one to rip your heads off with my bare hands! Glorgan, Hokul, my dear sons… I will avenge you. I SWEAR.”
All of the other workers are scowling at you, clearly siding with their friend at what they believe is a just reason to be mad... all of them but George, who sighs and shakes his head at the scene. “Digger, c’mon. Just drop it. What do you expect to win from doing this?”
“Shut up, you gnoll lovin’ dolt!” Kholgarsh scowls. His supporting companions decide to join in and help the angry dad scare you away. “Find another way, dogs” a black-haired one says with a scornful smile. “This path is off limits to yer kind.”
Daitza sighs and rolls her eyes. “Let me guess... they won't let us pass."
“Yeah… I guess I'll have to use my wings to fly past the-
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