"Ah, I saw red there for a while! The flames, and that mage's arrogance just set me off. No bonfire was going to keep me from spilling his blood. Maybe, if I'd been thinking more clearly, I could have found some way to stay on my feet a little longer, and to deal with him as he deserved."
Ragnok pauses, musing, and rubbing his chin. His blood pressure goes up another notch or two when he discovers great bare patches of skin, where his beard was burnt away by the flames.
"Blast! I'll chop that worm into little pieces when I catch up with him. Although I have to admit, we don't seem to be particularly well prepared to deal with blasts of flame. Isn't there some spell you magic folk could use to protect us?"
"Huh! Funny thing is, if I were still under the sway of that blasted gem, he couldn't have touched me. Still, all things considered, I'd rather be scorched than enslaved."
OOC: Just a little roleplay to foreshadow the move to barbarian which could happen next level!