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"Hrmph - NEVER dare that again, you thieving short-legger!"
I lowered my knife reluctantly - very reluctantly and glared at Womble with slit eyes. His dislike for Wolfy had been a pain in my a** since that dwarf had entered the group.
"IF we weren't on dangerous grounds - and IF we hadn't to depend on each other - and IF I weren't such a peace-loving, calm and..." lying?... "person, I would have finished off a bit deeper what you have already done to your beard, BALDHEAD! But - for now - and only for now, we've got a cease-fire agreement!" I scowled at him and wished for better times, wombleless times...
The dance of castration? Hmmm, <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" /> - no, the crystals don't know about this... Short visions swept through my head - but I censored them, with a great effort.
I pointed my thumb over to the buttons, I had messed up a bit more.
"Can you fix it? We need to get the cages down - a griffon, a manticore, a phoenix and a basilisk are waiting for us. I'm sure you can be able to do this, right? Oh, errhm, there is probably a sequence, but DQueene and I haven't done much - we practically never touched them..." I changed my look to wide-eyed innocence, hoping the dwarf hadn't noticed my bad conscience.
"Ah, is that Jurak behind you? I hope, this orc is smart enough to know how bad your influence is, right? And if you succeed in getting those cages down - the locks and bars are magically locked - be careful. I don't know if I find the time to dig a nice grave for you. And the last thing: DON'T attack these creatures, they might come in useful... By the way, don't lie to me, no one can lie in the presence of a griffon. So, mind your thoughts, short-legger."
I turned away, still angry and ashamed that this thief was able to surprise me and DQueene's grin or Nero's smirk didn't help me either.
