Saloric Windrunner
First Post
Thrumgall Stares at Mir in shock "It's not about the gold Mir, it's about honor and it appears that I misjugded you." Thrumgall moves between the mutineers and Drota and knocks an arrow on his bow. "So which one of you craven traitors want to taste dwarven death! I've killed hundreds of creatures underneath the mountains and the first one of you that moves will join them."
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