<span style="font-weight: bold">Thumper</span><br/><br/>“Humph!” Thumper protests, ducking away from the giant elf’s touch. “I won’t let someone like you carelessly touch my ears!” She snaps.<span style="font-style: italic">”Thou I do like having them petted</span>” she says, surprisingly loudly, her words directed more at her subordinates and visitors in the trading post. “The only way you’ll ever touch my ears,” she redirects her attention to the elf, “is if your elbow is reaching out of my mouth!”