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Still deeply crouched, the growl stops short as the priest offers up the waterskin. Powerful legs pushing up, the filthy brute flings himself into the priest and carries them both to the wall. Flecks of foam coat his mouth and spittle lies into the face of the kindly cleric as the beastman roars, "Þú vilja finna þetta Björn of erfitt að tyggja, litla risinn!"

At the cleric's concerned query, a low growl rumbles out from the hirsute figure as pale grey eyes peer out from the tangled mess of filthy matted hair hanging over his face.