"Ah, Rillian, m'boy, ye be young. Ye haven' killed much, Ah take it. Sad t'say it, but in this business, that'll change right quick." The dwarf sighs. "A few people might disagree with meh on this one, but Ah think that sometimes, monsters jus' don' deserve to live. Take goblins, for instance. Every one o' their foul race of scum should die. Ah never met meh a goblin Ah liked, and Ah don' plan on gettin' to know any either. That bugger Golgol was extortin' people left and right, you can see by his pile of treasure. And did ye notice he had an odd amount o' gold? He prob'ly took everything that every passing explorer had. No, when ye're dealing with someone like that, ye can try to be nice at first. But at one point it becomes apparent that negotiation jus' isn't going t'work. That pathetic creature was pickin' a fight with us. He knew we were dangerous adventurers, yet his greed took ahold o' him. Let that be a lesson to ye, mate." Rasereit pats Rillian on the back roughly, as he stands up. "Nah, don't go regrettin' this kill, friend. We attacked first, but not unprovoked. And he attacked back, with intent to kill. That's the way life is on trail. Kill or be killed. Ye'll learn. Soon enough." To everyone he calls, "C'mon mates, let's move!"
