"So Ruslan, is now the time to run like bunnies?" the dwarven priest says, taunting the necromancer. "I mean you aren't going to let one little creature prevent you from entering this town you so adamantly wanted to enter are you?"
Toryn turns and looks at the large humanoid. "Who gives you your orders, and why are they so determined to prevent us from entering this city? We've done nothing to you or anyone here....yet," he says, as he cracks his neck and draws his glowing hammer, sounding rather aggrevated by the situation.