Once the confrontation is done, Gildrim droops with tiredness. This day has been endless, and filled with disaster after disaster. Even his Dwarven accent almost falls away.
"Weel, then, justice disnae come into it. If anither attack would end the lizardfolk, then ye cannae provoke one. And if keepin' them leads tae ye starvin', then ye cannae keep them.
"Seems tae me, ye need to send them home. But if Ah remember richt, there's one, Corbin or Corvin or th' like, wha stirs up all th' trouble."
Gildrim sighs.
"Let th' others go hame, but chop his heid off, quick and easy. There's not sae many will miss him that they'll look for revenge, if these others speak agin it, home an' safe, wi' him nae there tae call for it."
He sighs again. "And fewer still, if Ah'm th' ane wha daes th' choppin'."
OOC: Gildrim shifts from CG to CN, I think.