“You aren’t making many friends today, lad.” The Dwarf sat back and steepled his sausage-like fingers. Dale sighed and wryly smiled. “Truly, I am trying to make friends, but none of you are giving me good incentive to help you out. They threatened us,” he waved in the general direction of the Elves, “they have been needlessly rude,” he waved at the Amazons, “and you hit against a city regulation. To your credit, at least you’ve been polite about it and haven’t threatened me. Is that about to change?” The Dwarves gained a considering look, and the spokesdwarf slowly nodded. “Alright, you make a
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