GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Grak
"You not like Grak's singing? Bah. City folk silly not to listen to mighty song of Grak. Grak drink beer, go practice with axe outside later."
"Are you calling me city folk?" Troi asks, raising an eyebrow. "I have a feeling I know more about the woods than you do, my friend."
"And I've listened to your 'songs', if that's what you want to call them. I think liking them is a matter of taste, not how you were brought up... and my tastes run towards... other forms of entertainment."
"If you want to practice with your axe, I could always use a little time with my whip. We could go at it with each other, if you'd like." As he talks about using the whip, he rubs his left shoulder absentmindedly.