The slayer's face turned red, and his right hand tightened around the shaft of his great axe. He looked like he might explode in a cloud of orange at any moment.
"Who says Krak cares 'bout what oathbreakers think o' him!? Ye'll take my tone or meet my axe, and in yer case I'd rather it be the latter!
Nice! I'll show ye nice if ye don't crawl back ta the stinkhole ye came from!
Joseph's a fool fer lettin' yer kind in 'ere!
Ye know why my hair's dyed an' me beard almost over me knees? Got any idea 'that means? Means yer in trouble if ye keep that attitude,
Elf."
A small puddle of spit had by now formed around the Dwarf's feet.
OOC: He's not a bad Dwarf, really. He's just to proud to openly be kind to Elves
