❝Course you do.❞
Intimidation touched not upon the beast, the look of a pup
cowed bartering no quarter upon the countenance of true
malice. Far be it from he to be brought low by a simple
dwarf of all creatures — they, too, had done enough to
slight blood and kin before the other had drawn first breath.❝And I’m a fuckin’ Warg. Y’wanna try
bluffin’ anymore? Y’know, really push
the boat out.❞
❝an’ what the hell d’you know
about us dwarves, eh ?❞
Even despite the very evident fact that his
try at intimidation failed, he’s still keeping
that chest puffed out, fingers curling into
his palm; lips are pursing, scowl deepening,
now he’s offended.