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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GSFRumble" data-source="post: 2726033" data-attributes="member: 32191">Bruggin's eyes flashed brightly, his gauntleted fists grinding into tight fists; Harbromm's temper was the stuff of legend, to be sure, but Bruggin refused to let some scrawny halfing dictate to him about finding and destroying orcs."Clangeddin gives me the strength I need, skinneh. I dinnae need any 'elp findin' the orcs, nor do I need help findin' their wretch leader, and NOR DO I NEED 'ELP WITH KILLIN'!" Bruggin stood, thumping both fists on the table top, cheeks already flushing an outraged crimson. "I 'ope yer arcana's enough t' keep ye alive, shorteh... 'cause ye're th' only one 'ere who looks like they cannae 'andle thesselfs in a fight."Bruggin's armored knuckles knead on the surface of the table, the Dwarf slowing down and forcing himself to pull himself together as he realized his outrage had caused his wand to drop. Picking it up, he rolled it from one corner of his mouth to the other, sitting again and folding his arms. Pulling once more on his wand, the end glowed brightly for a moment and the fiery cleric calmed."Ye've got the axe'n 'ammer o' Clan Torunn at ye're service, Harbromm. I kin leave today and after travelin' on foot for a space, I kin descend on th' orc scum like th' wrath o' the heavens. I accept yer offer'd terms, my King."</blockquote>