Quentan, unable to keep his tongue still between his teeth at the brazen disrespect of a good man... tru, a human, but that was neither here nor there... Torag had told Quentan that the man was good and loyal. That was good enough for him. With shaggy brows drawing down and his teeth gritting together, he spoke.<br/><br/>"Ye dishonor yeselves an' ye kin fer 9 generations witd yer words an' actions. Stand aside an' the gods may fergive ye young'ns this stain. Du et no an' may all d'part en health."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Diplomacy Roll...<br/>At 2015-10-05 05:00:39, Quentan Stonhamm (uid: 33585) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=80938) <br/><br/>If that helps in the aid, hope that it does... from the dwarf no less!<br/><br/></div></div><br/>