"An' THEN I knew I was in deep sandstone, an' I sez to meself "Bruggin! 'Nex' time pay more 'tention to orcs with the chantin' and the moanin'!" an' o' course, 'twas still in the midst o' one'er the biggest battles that warren't act'lly called battles inna history o' the Citadel!" Bruggin was in his element; a warm tavern with a handful of listeners and plenty of ale to ease the frustrations that came with being a sword in a quiver of arrows. "But if'n it warren't fer the blessin' o' Clangeddin, I wouldn'ta lived ter tell ye the tale. 'e filled me with renewed vigor, aye! An' I sez to him "M'Lord, thankee fer yor strength!" as I put me father's waraxe inter the belly o' the ugliest warlock I ever set sight upon. An' I cried out "In glorious battle I praise thee, Clangeddin! By the wisdom o' yor beard I am strengthened!" as I spun 'round an' let fly with me maul. An' ye know what happerned t' the hill giant?" Bruggin's eyes widened, and he spread his hands for emphasis before clashing them together with a meaty clap. "'is skull caved in like it were paper. Ach! I spent nigh upon three days fighting it afore I could free me maul from 'is skull's clutches!" Bruggin slapped his thigh and chuckled heartily, regardless of what his companions at table did; he enjoyed the story.
Sighing, he leaned back to stroke his beard, looking curiously at the guard he'd so easily thrown into a wall earlier. Smiling bemusedly, he spoke directly to the guard.
"Y'know, ye ne'er gave me yer name, young'n. But ye clearly knowed of mine..." Bruggin leaned forward a little, elbow on the table as he rested his chin in his palm. "Are ye sure ol' Harbromm dinnae tell ye anythin' aboot the meeting t'morrer? Not even a snatch o' what he wants ol' Bruggin Darkforge fer this time?"
Sighing, he leaned back to stroke his beard, looking curiously at the guard he'd so easily thrown into a wall earlier. Smiling bemusedly, he spoke directly to the guard.
"Y'know, ye ne'er gave me yer name, young'n. But ye clearly knowed of mine..." Bruggin leaned forward a little, elbow on the table as he rested his chin in his palm. "Are ye sure ol' Harbromm dinnae tell ye anythin' aboot the meeting t'morrer? Not even a snatch o' what he wants ol' Bruggin Darkforge fer this time?"