Armor

by C.B. Titus

"It’s nice to be able to perform a religious rite that involves smashing things. It should be more common," said Hrig.

"You’d rather have waded into them and swinging wildly, hoping for the best?" asked Stone. "Well, yes." He sighed, looking over to me. "Do I not understand women, or is it that there are only strange ones in my life?"

"Do it again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dwarf so high in the air before. Aside from the time I threw you onto that manticore." "It looks like next time, I won't need to be thrown." Hrig sighed. "End of an era."

I don’t forgive my brothers, but I’m not going to hunt them down either." "We can kill them if we run into them, though, right?" asked Hrig. "Absolutely."

"I prefer to stab people in the front. It makes me feel better when they can see that I’m enjoying myself while I’m doing it," said Hrig.

That’s the most suspicious thing I’ve ever heard." "Is it really?" "Well, I once had a woman tell me her husband didn’t mind me spending evenings with her. Turned out that was true, but her boyfriend had a problem with it."