"I say dear brother, I have rightly forgiven your earlier outburst as a terrible misunderstanding, but I shall not tolerate your wanton behavior at the dinner table."  Arngeirr's voice is low and harsh, his eyes narrowing as something approaching true anger begins to swell within his huge breast.  "I shall indeed make you stay true to your professed morals, monk, as I am a gentleman and a warrior of justice and it is wrong, simple<i>wrong</i>for you to act the way you are.  If you attempt to challenge mighty Arngeirr, I shall gladly step outside with you and show you the meaning of being a huge gentleman.  Now apologize to your dear brother and we can forget this mess."<br/><br/>Not wanting to cause a scene, Arngeirr raises his huge fist into the air, no longer having any drink to raise.  "Here here!" he said, "To new friends and new adventures!  I have only just arrived at the temple of Buzzia, but already I can tell that this is a place for gentlemen!"