The Dwarf growled as he was grabbed and hit Britomart square in the chest.<span style="color: Navy"> "I ain't appologizin' for nothin' ye uppity bitch, you think I want to be here in this frozen wasteland when I could be at home workin' on my forge? You think I have fun dealin' with you humans, the vrykul, AND workin' <i>with</i> the Horde? Nae, I don't, yer title don't mean nothing to this Dwarf just' as mine means nothin' ta you." </span>He dusted himself off and jumped back on the pile of lumber to deal with the next group of recruits.<span style="color: Navy">"Keep yer childish technology away from our weapons, we've had enough trouble with the Gnomes as is. Blacksmiith is up tha ramp by the forge, engineers are over near there flirtin' with the druid twins. Ye' want ya be useful? Go talk to someone that isn't me and don't let me see yer' mug again or I won't miss with my next hammer." </span>He gave her a dismissive wave and turned his attention to the next group of soldiers as they got off the boat.<span style="color: Navy"> "ALRIGHT MAGGOTS, GET IN LINE, NOW."</span>Jim rubbed his chest lightly as he walked out of the inn in his old armor with his claymore strapped firmly to his back. "A little bruised but the priest said I'll be fine. Are you done fighting with the Dwarf?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>