"What happened?" Arngeirr repeats, his tone mocking.  "You failed, Vernasus."<br/><br/>The huge man stands up, towering above the crippled monk.  "You are in the lowest part of frozen Hel.  Or soon shall be, if I have my way."<br/><br/>Arngeirr stalks to Vernasus's beside, content to let the gathering crowd tend to young Mary.  "If what I have heard is true, you know brother Valetni well, yes?  You<i>know</i>what he does.  You<i>know</i>he carries vile toxins and poisons on his body at all times!  Why, for the love of all that is sacred, would you act to rashly around such a dangerous man!?"<br/><br/>Arngeirr's huge fists crash down beside Vernsus, the massive man suddenly taken over completely by his rage as he bellow, "And why, you pitiful excuse for a man, would you shatter a mad chemist's vials in the library when little Mary is only an aisle away!?!  What, in the name of Woden All-Father, was going through your stunted little brain!?!<i>You ignorant bastard!  You could have killed everyone in that gods-forsaken chamber!  Including the girl you claim to be so obsessed with protecting!  It is bad enough that I must contend with your constantly volatile behavior!  It is worst still that an innocent girl, noble gentlemen, and Valhalla-forsaken demon relics are put under your care!  You are a disgrace, Vernasus!  It was a mistake to ever call you a gentleman!  You destroyed gods know how many valuable tomes of knowledge, poisoned young Mary, and abandoned your post to engage in a petty squabble!  <b>Men like you are the reason I exist!  If i had my way, I would cast you and that damned Valtni from the Great Falls!</b></i>"<br/><br/>Arngeirr is swept up by his emotions.  He can no longer contain himself, unloading all his fury and aggression on one of the men responsible for each of the day's misfortunes.<br/><br/>He is Arngeirr.  And his wrath is huge.