GRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!

Darwyn screams as he draws his greatsword and holds it between Mick and the dwarf.

"Do NOT tempt me dwarf! for the words yoou speak today, hit home not to just Mugsy, but to his friends! Do not claim to know who you do not, and do not judge us! I have seen my friends and companions as they stood beside me and slew great beasts, ogres, owl bears, hordes of orcs! and i kid you not! if you believe for one second that Mugsy who stands before you is any less then a creature than you are, then you are surely mistaken!! Now stop!! OF all that i have been blessed with, a long temper is not one....."

Darwyn seems to calm a little... taking a deep breath, he continues...

"Now... if we all wish to continue travelling, we better get along... so from now on, there shall be no racial anger expressed to anybody. And please... forgive me for my raised voice, but MY first loyalty is to Kord... and right after that is to my friends, and the best friends i have are Mick and Mugsy..." By now Darwyn appears rather calm and lowers his gleaming red greatsword down to the dock point... he sighs and gives a half smile and pats the dwarf and Mick on the back before he walks off... no where in particular, he just paces back and forth... saying a prayer to Kord...

(heh, this is fun, no offense to you or your character Oskar, but such is the life of a follower of a God of Strength [and a quick temper])