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Fruggig Dogslayer, NPC's page

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"Wut? Y'nevva seen a knight b'fore? Or iz it 'cuz Imma gobbo?" Fruggig demands indignantly, tugging his left gauntlet gauntlet off. "I izn't gonna take dat insult!"

Dis is what it looks like when I'm tinkin' the small green lancer thinks to himself, then blinks in confusion at the strange thought.

Climbing up onto a box so he can reach the human's face, Fruggig winds up and smacks him in the mouth with his gauntlet. "We'z gonna have a duel, you an' me!" the goblin shouts.

Move Action to climb onto the box, then Power Attack (-2 attack, +4 damage) with the gauntlet (improvised, -4) using Cornugon Smash if I hit.
Gauntlet Slap: 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 10 - 4 - 2 = 12 Damage: 1d3 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 4 = 10

Shouting in Goblin:

"Nobody makes fun o' gobz when Fruggig Dogslayer is around!"

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"Wut? Y'nevva seen a knight b'fore? Or iz it 'cuz Imma gobbo?" Fruggig demands indignantly, tugging his left gauntlet gauntlet off. "I izn't gonna take dat insult!"

Dis is what it looks like when I'm tinkin' the small green lancer thinks to himself, then blinks in confusion at the strange thought.

Climbing up onto a box so he can reach the human's face, Fruggig winds up and smacks him in the mouth with his gauntlet. "We'z gonna have a duel, you an' me!" the goblin shouts.

Move Action to climb onto the box, then Power Attack (-2 attack, +4 damage) with the gauntlet (improvised, -4) using Cornugon Smash if I hit.
Gauntlet Slap: 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 - 4 - 2 = 15 Damage: 1d3 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 4 = 9

Shouting in Goblin:

"Hahaha! I knocked out his tooth! Look how stupid he looks now!" Fruggig points and laughs uproariously.

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Some gold changes hands, then changes hands again as Zazzle glumly turns almost all of his profits over to Fruggig, who snorts derisively and flips a rude gesture at the Arsonist. "Nes'time you triez not ta pay up, I'z gonna show da Dogmonsterz wey ta find ya!" he snarls as he mounts up. The pronouncement causes a stir amongst the assembled goblins as they whisper fearfully.

They don't bar your path, however, as the group departs for the streets. "I'z suppriz'd at you guyz," the goblin says after a few quiet minutes. "Figgur'd you'd kill sum gobz fer sure. You'z gonna tell da longshank guardz wey ta find 'em? An what about dis bomb? I cud hep, but I don' tink ya wantz me wanderin' da streetz wit ya. Dribbles 'ere makes longshanks nervus."

Where is the group headed? Back to the Beast House? To the Fancy Reefclaw?


As Zazzle explains each item and what it does, Fruggig snarls, "The bladeguard ting iz fine, but da rest 'o dis I don' need! I wantz da gold I wuz promiz'd Zazzle, 'er I'z gunna stab you sumting fierce!"


"Well I know'z I duzn't tink killin' ya is a bad idea..." Fruggig mutters, fingers drumming on the hilt of his sword, but he doesn't draw it. Yet.

He glowers at the party. "Why duz we even care 'bout dis bomb or black sand or goblin fairy? Z'all dumb and izn't gettin' any of us paid!" A greedy gleam comes into Fruggig's eye, and he gives you all a sly grin. "Unless mebbe it iz gettin us paid, yeh?"


"Yeah, wut happn'd Zaz?!"


Leaping off of Dribbles' back, Fruggig barges into the room, brandishing the dogmonster heads like talismans. "Oooh no! You'z gonna pay me an' you'z gonna do it now! I did'n come heer fer m'health, you'z came ta me! So you kin pay me fer deze dead dogz so we'z kin finish off th' rest, or we'z gonna leave and you kin 'ope dey duzn't make any more!" Concluding his speech, Fruggig throws in dog heads at his feet.


Puffing his chest out proudly, Fruggig nudges Dribbles forward a step and holds up his trophies from the dogmonsters. "Yeah! Now you'z gotta go an' git Zazzle, cuz he owes me! Or mebbe I tellz the rest o' da Dogmonsterz where ta find ya!"


Leaning down in the saddle for a better look, Fruggig makes a face. "Dat kinda seems like sumting Zazzle wud find funny. Gud, dat meanz I was right fer tinkin' we're pretty close? Aight, remember da plan you guyz--youz my vassalz, an' we'z just here ta get paid!"


"So, heerz da ting," the goblin explains as you walk, your trail meandering steadily northwards. "As da dogmonsterz was huntin', da gobboz sorta bunch'd up outside Zazzle'z hidey-hole and campz out dere. He kin built traps an' lil fire-jars an' stuff, an 'e knowz a bunch 'bout doze humanz who make da big metal men! Oddz're good after 'e hired me 'e rearranged da trapz and stuff, hopin' he duzn't hafta pay up! Any o' youz good wit traps an' dat?"

After a short pause for an answer, the goblin plows ahead. "Dey ain't gonna be happy ta see sum longshankz an' a dwarf an' mouse-person doh, might make a fuss 'bout it, so you'z gotta pretend ta be my vassals! Rally, dis is your big chance ta strut yer stuff an' make a big show 'bout how good I iz at killin' dogmonsterz, so's they getz all impressed an' duzn't try to stab us. Mebbe suck up ta Wuzzo sum too, dey don' call her the Scary fer nuttin'. Den we can get our money! I ain't gonna share it wit ya, but you guyz iz alright, so I'z gonna stick around an' help ya out. Itz an honor ting, ya know?"


Frowning, the goblin thinks hard for a moment. "Uhh...dat ooze?" he ventures after a moment.


Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Marching into the room, Fruggig ignores all of you searching and goes straight for the fallen dogmonster, taking its head with a grunt of satisfaction.

"Dis ain't all da Dogmonsterz but itz a good start! We kin take 'em ta Zazzle an' Wuzzo an' getz paid afore we goez and finds da udderz."


Glaring at Nathalion, the goblin points an accusatory finger back towards the continuing fight. "Dey'z commin' or wut?!" he demands of the wizard.


Glaring at Nathalion, the goblin points an accusatory finger back towards the continuing fight. "Dey'z commin' or wut?!" he demands of the wizards.


"Gangin' up iz alwiz betta, an' Dribbles 'ere don' like deze little tunnelz much anyway!" the goblin pulls back on the reigns and the drooling beetle backs out into the first room. With a tap on its chitin, Fruggig guides his mount up onto the ceiling above the door, sword held at the ready.


"What if dere's more'n juz the one hurt monster?" Fruggig asks with a note of trepidation he doesn't quite manage to hide. "Dat one took a big 'ol bite outta da Dwarf, won' take many chops afore we'z all dead n' et."

If you proceed, what are you doing with Nathalion's magic light?


The goblin, grinning ear to ear, dismounts and draws his sword. "Ouch, dat bite lookz like it hurtz! S'ah good ting I wuz here ta save ya, dwarf!" As Gaziq leads the others after the trail of blood, the goblin takes the dogmonster's head off and lashes it to his saddlehorn before following.

"Hey, how'z come we stopped?"


Leveling his his lance, Fruggig bawls a battle cry and spurs Dribbles into the fray. "Qızıl və yaxşı yemək üçün!" With a hiss the beetle lunges forward, six legs tearing up chunks of moss and it rushes in. Surrounded and bloodied, the dogmonster can't get out of the way of that deadly spearpoint, and Fruggig's lance drives deep into its side. Shuddering, the beast collapses.

Goblin:
"For gold and good eatin'!"

Charging Goblin!: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 + 2 = 18 Lance: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 5) + 2 = 12 Well okay then


Flecks of stone and torn bits of moss rain down as Dribbles clambers across the ceiling and along the wall above the melee, while Fruggig himself clings tenaciously to the saddle. Safely past the fight, the giant beetle steps back down to the floor, while the goblin pumps his lance in the air with the a triumphant "Ha!"


"Yeah, juz like dat! I'm goin' up an' around!" the goblin-knight cries, kicking Dribbles into motion. As the beetle clambers up the side of the sewer wall and onto the ceiling the dangling goblin calls out advice. "Look, if'n ya timez yer attacks wit yer buddiez' rushes, den da enemy can't focus on everting at once!"

Activating Tactician. Everyone within 30ft of Fruggig's current position (that's everyone) gains Distracting Charge for the next 4 rounds.


While the rest of you ready spells and weapons, Fruggig loosens his sword in his scabbard and pulls out a small pole with a rectangular length of pale grey cloth attached to it. Upon it is a surprisingly professional-looking image of a black-and-red beetle rampant before a crossed sword and lance, above a pile of objects that appear to include a wine flask, gold coins, and a severed dog's head.

Fixing the pole firmly into a slot on his saddle, the goblin unlimbers his lance and drops his visor down. "Iz time ta get paid!" he chuckles. "Imma go up da wallz and come around behind 'em, we kin squish 'em between us. Dribbles here kin throw up on 'em but dey duzn't sizzle as good as dey suppose ta so don' use acid unless iz real good!"

Initiatives:

Borumaru: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Gaziq: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Nathalion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Raleigh: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Uuzkhangr: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Fruggig: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Dogmonsters: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

++Round 1++
1. Borumaru
2. Nathalion
3. Raleigh
4. Fruggig
5. Gaziq
6.Uuzkhangr

7. Dogmonsters


Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Sniffing the air, Fruggig hunches in the saddle and gives Dribbles a reassuring pat. "Dogmonsterz iz close, I smellz 'em." he mutters to no one in particular.


"Okay, okay, da globby ting's ded, now what'z ya seein' on the dat knife?" Fruggig demands impatiently the moment the ooze is dealt with.


"Bobumabu got da knife! Not super sneaky 'bout it but da acid-puddle seemz purty dumb." Fruggig cranes his neck to get a look at the object in Boru's hand. "Wassat? Dogmonster blood? DAT weedy longshanks stabbed a Dogmonster?! Huh. Didn't stab good enuff or he wouldn't be a snack now."


Fidgeting impatiently in his saddle, Fruggig startles slightly at the sound of his name. "Huh? Oh, yeh, itz all blue an' had some silver sparkly stuff, wuz real weird. Why?"


Gaziq wrote:
"I'd rather like to show this Minvandu fellow the head of a dogmonster, if Fruggig will allow it."

"S'long as I kin show it to da gobz an' get paid furst, you'z kin do whatevva ya wantz."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Hey, uh, guyz? Sumtin up wit da puddle, don' touch it or lick it or nothin'."


"Dogmonsterz don' live in da nice places, dummy! Neither do gobz, come ta tink uv it. Gotta go to da wurst spotz ta find 'em!"


The goblin knight sneers. "Heh! Man talkz tuff but duznt want to fight six against two! Mehbe he not so stoopid az he look!"


"You will address me wit rezpect, longshanks, an' stop mockin' my flunkiez!" the goblin pronounces, kicking Dribbles to the front of the group. "If you knowz anyting 'bout deze superdogz you better tell me!"


"Rally!" the goblin hisses from his saddle, leaning towards the half-elf. "Now's yer chance to do some great Herald'n! Tell 'em how great I iz an' ask 'em about da Dogmonsterz!"


"I hopez you'z not excpectin' me ta lead ya to da dogmonsterz lair or anyting, dey likez da smell o' gobz so we'z gonna wander 'round til dey finds us!"

Fruggig slows his beetle down, eventually falling in beside Uuzkhangr. "Datz a nice bug you got dere," he says, voice overly casual. "How, uh, how'd ya get it?"

Sense Motive 13:

Fruggig is driving at something here. He knows something, or thinks he does, and is trying to communicate that to Uuzkhangr.


"Awright, awright, we'z gotta keep moving! If'n alla deze sewer gobz getz killed den who'z gonna pay me?"


Yeah, yeah, killin' bugz iz fine n' all, but we haz a job ta do!" the goblin leans forward in the saddle to peer at Raleigh's injuries. "Hey Rally, y'doin' okay? Datz a lotta blood, 'an y'can't herald me if ya passes out!"


"Yeah, Rally, datz more like it! Y'juz needed sum encourge-ment!" Fruggig calls as Dribbles moves to cut off the roach confronted by Zyxl and Boru.

Roach AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
The roach snaps at Dribbles but the larger vermin shrugs off the attack and bulls forward, drops of acid drooling onto the ground as its own mandibles tear into the smaller bug. Leaning over in his saddle the goblin smashes the coackroach over the head with his sword.
Dribbles Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Crunch!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Fruggig Atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Slash!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Overwhelmed by this flurry of attacks from all sides, the roach collapses to the ground, twitching.

+ROUND 3+
1. Borumaru
2. Gaziq
3. Raleigh
4. Nathalion
5. Uuzkhangr
6. Cockroaches
7. Fruggig/Dribbles


"HEY! Rally you'z makin' me look bad! I'z commin' to yer rezcue!" Fruggig hollers from his post up on the wall. Kicking Dribbles into movement the beetle skitters down from the wall and starts across the bridge, his rider brandishing his sword.

Double Move

+ROUND 2+
1. Borumaru
2. Gaziq
3. Raleigh
4. Nathalion
5. Uuzkhangr
6. Cockroaches
7. Fruggig/Dribbles


"Doze sum big ugly bugs! Don't tink dey're da ones who killed doze gobz doh. I'z gonna keep a lookout for Dogmonsters, you lot can kill da bugz."

Kicking Dribbles into motion, the beetle clambers up the wall and across the ceiling to reach the other side of the sewer-flow, pausing on the wall several feet from the ground.

"If'n I'z seez trouble I'll shout!" he calls helpfully.


Swinging back into the saddle, Fruggig waits at the edge of Nathalion's light for the rest of you to get down the ladder before stage-whispering. "Iz good if we'z quiet now, deze sewerz had udder tings down here 'sidez gobz even b'for da Dogmonsterz. Dey'z not payin' me ta kill doze udder tingz, so shhh!"


Clapping his hands together in delight, Fruggig tugs on a his armor in a few spots to ensure that the buckles are secure then clambers onto Dribbles. "Letz go den, to slay sum Dogmonsters!" he cries, pointing back out of the alley towards the sewer grate where he first climbed out.


Fruggig flinches away from Borumaru, holding his hands up to show they're empty. "Hehe, look Freaky, I'z not gonna fight'cha, I'z gonna run. Guard'z don' like me mu--"

Gax/Gaziq wrote:
"Hold on, everyone calm down! That guard is a friend of ours. He isn't going to give you any trouble. He's after the same thing we are."

Fruggig calms considerably. "Oh, dat'z okay den. Good ta have buddies in da guardz, good tinkin' Gax!"

The goblin sweeps into a surprisingly sharp courtly bow. The beetle also bends its two front left legs in a much more awkward approximation. "Yeah, I come'z from afar t'slay dogs of var'yus vari-teez! Da sewer gobz here sent fer mighty Fruggig when deze Dogmonsters started ta eat 'em! Iz you gonna be m'herald, uh, Rally?"


Gax wrote:
"You said until we get ALL the dogmonsters. For all we know there could be hundreds of them..."

The goblin's eyes go wide in horror for a moment but then he visible pulls himself together. "Nah, not 'unnerds, doh mehbe a dozen? Da sewer gobz sed dey nevah saw more'n two or tree togeddah. So I'z not sure."

Fruggig's Sense Motive vs Nathalion: 1d20 ⇒ 20
"LIAR!!" the goblin yells, pointing a gauntleted finger at Nathalion. "You'z a liar an' you'z bad at it too! Fine den, don' be da herald! Sumbody elze can! How 'bout you, dwarf? Or dat guy over der--oh s!%%, dat'z a guard! We got'z'a scatter!"

Seizing the length of cloth covering his mount, Fruggig yanks it away to reveal a beetle the size of a bearhound, its black carapace decorated with seemingly natural red whorls and designs. The beetle--Dribbles, apparently--clacks its mandibles and rises from its awkward squat, imposing in the confines of the alley. Its scissoring mouth-parts drool out a string of foul-smelling ichor that sizzles unpleasantly as it hits the ground.

Uuzkhangr or anyone else w/Knowledge (Nature) 18:

That is a Dark Spitter beetle, a species of vermin originally bred by the duergar and used by their patrols and explorers. They're tough, surprisingly fast, and require relatively little food for their size--and they can launch sprays of acid from their mouth.


Nathalion wrote:
"I don't have the training to be a proper herald. "As you can see, I don't have a trumpet, and if I did, I don't know how to play it. Better if you wait for a proper herald, and let me do what I do."

"SOMEBODY haz ta be my herald!" the goblin wails. "Nobody'z never heard uv a knight wit no herald!"


Raleigh spots the chalk marking and follows it, nearly running into Nathalion at the mouth of the alley.

Uuzkhangr wrote:
"Do you think you could take us to this 'Zazzle?' It would be good if we had someone to introduce us."

"Yah, I'z could do dat, but I has two--no, tree--condizzons! One, you" he points at the retreating back of Nathalion as he moves towards the mouth of the alley. "You haz to be m'herald 'til da Dogmonsters iz all ded! Two! Funny ratman is my squire, ratz is good luck y'knowz! And tree, if'n anybody asks who killed alla deze Dogmonsterz, it wuz me, k? Whatcha tink?"

Gazir wrote:
""So, IF we wanted to hire this Zazzle - not saying we do, but if we did - what would it cost us? Say if we wanted a really big fire. How much would I have to pay?""

Fruggig snorts. "However much Zazzle tinks he could get outta ya. 'Ee dunz't seem ta like much, rather have weird eyeballs n' plantz n' critter partz, 'ee turnz 'em into more weird bombz an potions an' stuff. I don' tink I caught alla you'z namez?"


"Zazzle live'z in da sewerz, he's one uh da bigwigz down dere now," Fruggig explains distractedly as he tries to crane his neck and make sure Gaziq wasn't buckling the armor on wrong. "He'z struttin' around 'cuz he'z da only one ta have fought one uh dem Dogmonsterz and wun. Azide from me, a'courze. He'z prolly da strongest boss down dere right now."


No creature of the natural world that you can think of fits that description, but that's hardly surprising.

Fruggig stares suspiciously at Uuzkhangr's leading question, wary of some sort of trick. "Alch'me gloo? Nah, I duzn't have none uh dat. You'z could azk Zazzle da Arsonist but he mostly just makes fire an' bomz an' stuff. If'n you'z lookin' for a sabat--for a saob--for somebody breakin' you'z stuff, I didn'd do nuttin!"

Sense Motive 15+:

Fruggig seems to genuinely not know what Uuzkangr is talking about, but he's defensive at what felt like not-quite an accusation.


Uuzkangr wrote:
"As to these dog monsters, there are a number of dog-like creatures that are intelligent, so that doesn't narrow it down much. Was there anything in particular it could do that dogs can't?"

"You'z a hunter o' dogz too, huh? Well deze Dogmonsterz is freaky lookin', dey duzn't have any eyez fer startz! Not dat dey haz any trouble findin' ya, believe me! Also dey'z got really really tough skin, and dere blud os blue an' kinda sparkly! Never seen nuttin' like 'em, and dey mean as a rat wit 'is tail on fire."


Just occurred to me: what is Zyxl up to for this whole scene?

Uuzkhangr wrote:
"Where can I find this beetle man?"

"He'z a loooooong way from 'ere! He livez in a great big cave wit' 'iz dumb muzshroom gartin and 'iz bugs. He'z a weird guy, but he give'd me Dribble'z so guess he'z alright. Dat don' matter now doh cuz we haz a misson to do!"

Nathalion wrote:
"Can't always tell the might of a warrior by looking at him though, can you?"

Fruggig snorts and doesn't answer as he raises his arms from his sides to let Gaziq reach the buckles of his breastplate.

Gaziq wrote:
"You look like a tough fellow. There must be a lot of dogmonsters down there to give you trouble. If you could convince the 'humies' to help you, I bet you could take them on no problem."

"Oh I iz! An' dey iz! An yeah, dat'z da plan. Problem iz dat my herald got et, so I gotta find somebody to tell da happy-aters wut a great fighter I iz!" He frowns thoughtfully, looking you all over. "Any of you lot know'z howta sing?"


Nathalion wrote:
"Where are these dogmonsters? We might want to take a crack at them. Perhaps..."

"Dey'z in da sewerz, or dey wouldn't be'z a problem for da sewer goblinz! I tellz, ya, a wizard been at deze Dogmonsters or sumtin', dey ain't like no stupid mutt I'z ever seen." The goblin eyes Nathalion skeptically after his vague offer of assistance. "Eh? Sorry humie, but I'z a mighty warrior an' doze Dogmonsters iz pretty tough. You lookz like da runt uh da litter, y'know what'z I'z say'n?"

Turning an indignant glower on Gaziq, the goblin snaps, "Hey! You gonna help me wit diz armor or nah?"


Uuzkhangr wrote:
"Well, what do you know. I didn't realize there were goblins here in Magnimar."

The goblin rolls his eyes, "Dwarf duz'n know nuttun! City got goblinz forever and alwayz! Doh mehbee not so many now, what wit' da Dogmonsters."

As a ratchatcher, Uuzkhangr would be aware that Magnimar does have two goblin problems--several small groups that lurk in the sewers and a few tribes out in the hills. The sewer-goblins are notoriously talented at getting into places they shouldn't, and their numbers are sustained by a steady trickle from the hill-tribes who want the easy city life.

Uuzkhangr wrote:


"That's a very fine insect you have there. What breed is it?"

The question seems a favorite subject for the goblin, and his chest swells with pride. "Dunno 'iz breed, da beetle-man zed Dribbles 'ere wuz da strongest an' smartest of da bunch, so I stolz'd 'im!"

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Sense Motive 9:

The stress on the word "stolz'd" and his obvious expectance of a reaction leads you to believe that he didn't actually steal the beetle, though he wants you to think he did.

Uuzkhangr wrote:


"Would you care to tell ups what you were doing in the sewer under the beast house?"
Gaziq wrote:
"Well, he was keeping away from the dog monsters, obviously,"

Gaziq's interjection comes before the goblin can reply and he waggles a finger at the ratfolk. "Yeah, dat! But not cuz I'm 'fraid of 'em! Dey et my zquire 'an herald, 'an dere'z more of 'em den deze lyin' ugly dumb sewer-stomperz said! So I sayz to myself, 'Fruggig, you'z could o' courze kill alla deze Dogmonsters y'self, but dat'd take too long, an' witout a herald nobody'd know how great you iz! Deze humies got monster fighters too, mehbee dey wantz to haz a crack at it."


Its movements are furtive and its tone sullen, but you're getting more of an eccentric-showman vibe than a plotting-to-stab-you one.

As you step around the large pile of broken barrels you catch a whiff of some acrid, chemical smell. It seems to be coming from the puddle of greenish-black ichor that is drip, drip, dripping from the beetle's visible mandibles, though the timber-wolf-sized bug holds very still.

Stepping over the arrayed armor set, you get your first good look at the bizarre stranger and are alarmed and astounded that you ever could have thought this was a gnome! Standing before you in a filthy burlap 'tabard' stands a [i]goblin[i] with grey-blue skin and a wig made of what appears to be a dirty mop head and some sort of bright green lichen. The creature has a sword slung in a scabbard over its shoulder, still sheathed, and its posture is tense, eyes locked on Gaziq. Shrugging its empty hands out to the side, it mutters, "suprize"


"Underground'z safer! Nobodiez bother'd by Dribblez down dere! 'Sidez, dat'z where the dogmonsters iz!" The strange creature suddenly lets loose with a torrent of swears as what appears to be a breastplate clatters to the ground. After pausing for a breath no sound comes forth for a moment.

"Hey mouzy person, my squire got et an' I can't get diz armor on witout 'im. If'n you'z can keep a secret, I needz some help. But da big guyz gotta stay over dere! An' stop all dat racket, dwarf!"