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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ryryguy" data-source="post: 5149339" data-attributes="member: 64945">Bwarli, with his eyes still closed and his back to the throne, raises his voice."Honored Ancestor.  I believe that coin is not a sufficient redress in this case.  Our visitors need actual zocalti - as the small one explained, that is what they were sent to retrieve.  And since all the commoners' crops have just been tithed in tribute to the Great King, there won't be enough for them to purchase down in the village.  Please, Honored Ancestor.  I humbly suggest that you compensate them with - " He pauses and grits his teeth, then turns to face the throne and bows his head.  "I humbly suggest that you compensate them with seven bushels of zocalti from your own storehouse."The headman's copy of the Screamer snaps up, held taut in front of his face, obscuring it.  His hollow, cold voice drifts softly from behind it."My zocalti, you say?""Yes, Honored Ancestor.  Your zocalti."Urtamklatl gasps.  Apparently she understood at least the tail end of this exchange.Hulgrimi puts the paper down carefully.  He does not raise his voice, but the cheery, somewhat manic note it had before has vanished.  His words come out in a flat monotone."That is out of the question.  I will not give up any of my zocalti.  It is one thing to share a drink with guests, but - no.  I must keep my supply close at hand.  I cannot risk running out."He sweeps the room with his glowing gaze.  The eye glows have gotten darker and redder.  Outside the room, claws scrape against stone as the watching wights shuffle their feet."Is this why you brought these people here?  A ploy to try to get me to part with my zocalti?""Honored Ancestor, I - ""Don't think I haven't realized that you and Urtamklatl have been trying to get me to stop drinking it.  Oh yes!"  He continues speaking at length in Magari.  He does not raise his voice, but his tone is cold, cold as the grave.  In fact, the temperature in the room is dropping perceptibly.  The two dwarves wince repeatedly as they listen in silence to his words.[sblock=Magari->Dwarven]He is pretty much ranting, accusing them of going behind his back to get rid of his zocalti, conspiring to keep him closed up in this "boring pyramid", constantly nagging him about his duties...[/sblock]He drops briefly into Allarian: "I thought, finally, something happening, new and interesting people to talk to, a little excitement in the garden, but -" then switches back to Magari.Dark energy begins crackling in the air around Hulgrimi as he stands.  Bwarli keeps his head bowed, shaking.  "And what of these worthless excuses for cooks you keep bringing in, these incompetent fools?  Have you finally found one that can make a decent bowl of zocalti?"  Suddenly, he takes up the bowl from the arm of the chair and drinks deeply.- continuing -</blockquote>

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