by greyarea » Mon Sep 29, 2014 3:29 pm
Once the hold is released, the Bugbear looks at Thurwin quizzically. (DM assumes that he's somehow trussed up.)
He responds, in Common, I don't speak elvish or whatever that is. If you can't tell us apart, then to the nine hells with you, human. May Orcus eat your spleen.
I found my brother dead the other day. Killed by human, dwarfish, and elvish scum like you. All he'd been doing is trying to bury his dead friends, who'd probably been killed by others like you. You see us and you attack, no questions asked. Don't like it so much when the tables are turned, do you? You're lucky you have those spells and these ropes, 'cause I'd rend you limb from limb if I were free. I hate all of you.
He spits at you.