<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/iOPneu6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Garrock "Gar" Kneebreaker<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14 (16 w/shield) |<strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kieri, Cammy, Dandies<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Probably not the best reaction but barbarian, what can you do?<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The friendly expression on the halfling's face changed as the insults flew.  His eyes narrowed and his brows beetled, he still showed his teeth but the smile was now wide enough that it might better be described as a snarl.  His hand was on the half of his axe when Kieri stepped in, bristling with indignation and chiding the ne'er-do-wells.  They didn't seem prepared for the sight of the goblin.  Or perhaps so much of her.  The men all stared for a few moments, the woman averting her eyes.  The pointy eared fellow blustered some more but the woman actually provided them something.<br/><br/>But not enough.  "One of you has manners, thank you, pretty lady.  But it's not "shinlicker," it's Kneebreaker."  Gar now pulled the axe free and then hefted it to rest on his shoulder, relaxed but ready.  "Being in the rain makes it hard to be pleasant.  I'm sure you didn't mean what you said."  He paused and looked up at them with a hard face.  "Did you?"  He enunciated each word of that short question firmly and with emphasis, hopefully making his meaning plain.<br/><br/>When it came to insults, Gar was more forgiving than many Uthgardt.  Everyone got a chance to take it back or apologize.<em>A</em>chance.