Turrold, wounded, sleeps like a stone (his efforts of the last few hours being great) and, upon awakening, eats the break-fast with gusto. When Atirr crashes thought the underbrush, the young dwarf grabs his crossbow and prepares for action....

<after listening to Atirr>

And then guffaws. Loudly. a from-the-belly-dwarf-laugh. An it-sucks-to-be-you-orc-boy laugh.

"Sae...<chuckle> ye mean tae tells me <laugh> that yer a 'good' black dragon an' allla thishere is just a misTAKE?'

The dwarf can't really contain his laughter....

"An' wi' our guildmate in th' caves o' th' dogboys, exactly WHAT help d'ye thinks WE'LL be givin' ye?"
Ottar"Reputation is what others think they know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself"