Once the Noble leaves, Wulfcyne makes his views quite clear, first harrumphing and then growling, 'That shifty filth woulda said anythin' ta get us ta work fer him. I wouldna put a bloody doublecrown copper on him stayin' true to any bargan. The eggs on tha one! Ta come an ask us ta betray the contract we ain't even heard about yet! Tha's jus' bad form.'
Shifting his blunt gaze to Links, the broad warrior only nods in agreement, though adds,'Don' get me wrong, while I spit at tha' fancy 'mark's gaul, we don' know much about who we ARE dealin' wit'. I'd rather hold tha cards ta our chest, insteada blurtin' out e'ry thin' we might know, neh? 'Sides, I'm right confused that you didna have more a reaction ta the Bull's rump. Didna they mint ya, after all?'
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As the dwarf appears, the warrior is stretching his cramped back and hastily resumes a ready posture, his face becoming open and receptive as dark eye brows raise questioningly.