Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160805010747

The Dwarves stand around, arms crossed, listening with intensity. One of the Dwarves speaks up.

"Yeah, is that so?  Is it also true you grabbed Lady Diedre by the face and picked her up? That's what she told us." The group glares at Praetor.

"Yeah, he did!  He also calls me tweedle-Dee!" she shouts from afar.

"WHAT?" The Dwarves turn as one, furious. "You think you Talljobs can disrespect us like that and get away with it?!  I didn't see ya down here with the rest of us!"

"We outnumber 'im a thousand to one, lads," one says, cracking his knuckles. "What say we teach 'im a little respect?"