a knobby-nosed dwarf with brown eyes walks in from the west.
a knobby-nosed dwarf with brown eyes shouts, in sirihish, "Ladies. Lords. Good people of Allanak. Today, we retell the story of my devilish ancestor, one by the name of Ironsword. We tell of his strength, his folly, and eventually, his demise, and the rise of the Dragon, Tektolnes, as the Highlord."
An arrow flies in from the west, striking the dwarf in the head!
a knobby-nosed dwarf with brown eyes crumples to the ground.
A muscular, confident soldier enters from the west.
A muscular, confident soldier, chuckling as he moves to draw his blade and slit the dwarf's throat, shouts, "Another miserable slave, trying to free himself from the Highlord's labor. Is our food, water and shelter not kind enough? Is the work too easy?"
An ugly, lumpy-faced midget sneaks in from the west.
An ugly, lumpy-faced midget shouts, "You have killed my brother, you vile beast! Death to Allanak, death to you!"
A muscular, confident soldier turns, peering at an ugly, lumpy-faced midget, unimpressed even as he draws his blade clean of crimson.
A muscular, confident soldier shouts, "Ironsword, you are often off duty, lazy, and violent. What is your excuse this time?"
An ugly, lumpy-faced midget shouts, raising his hands and spittling everywhere, "You dastardly bastard, he was to collect spice for me, so that I feign sickness and not work for the rest of the day! You have ruined it! Come, brothers- We need at least six of us to be a match for this craven!"
A muscular, confident soldier snorts, turning to walk away, though he keeps his blade drawn.
A muscular, confident soldier shouts, "I do not have the time to waste with you, Ironsword. You cannot defeat me in battle. I will leave for a moment and hope you regain your senses."