Dismiss him

I shook my head. What was I thinking?

“Sounds like your average pub rumour. There’s no way things like these happen here!”
“Ye don’t trust the word o’ a dwarf?”
“I mean... well, no. Not really. Not in this case, I mean.”

Baelog grunted disapprovingly.

“Ye humans, sittin’ up in yer ivory towers, always lookin’ down on the simple folk who dinnae happen tae be born wi’ a silver spoon in their mouth.”
“No! That’s now what I meant! It’s just that... you know... this is just poppycock! Lies, stories you tell each other to entertain, nothing more.”
“Nothin’ maer, ey? Well, if that’s what ye think...”

The snapping noise of a branch being stepped on interrupted Baelog mid-sentence.

“Who’s there? I’m warnin’ ye, I pack a mean punch!”, Baelog shouted.