"I'm sure that is true, Vic.", Harl says with a smirk.
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"I would reckon not, Vic, I would reckon not."
"Dwarven diplomacy, lass.", Harl says with a wink to Victoria.
"Hmmmmmm...sounds like you are in no position to make claims like that, manling. Only person regretting anything around here is going to be you."
Lashing out with his axe. Harl looks to adjust the Ulfen's attitude."I told ya to mind yer mouth,manling." With that, Harl lashes out with his massive warblade.
Seeing the route Victoria plans to take, the dwarf eases back on the threatening gestures and prepares to support her approach now that have the human's attention.
"Shut yer trap, pig-kin!", Harl roars right back as slams the door and bolt. "I'll cut you and that "horse" of yer's down right now un less ye be hearing the lass here out. GOT IT!" Letting his fine, dwarven waraxe slide into a comfortable position in his hand, Harl glares at the two manlings before him.
"That's enough. You've done an excellent job. Now get back to your post before someone thinks that your absent without cause. Go, Go, Go.", Harl says as roughly handles the youth again spinning him around in coupleof circles then pushing off down the hall. "If any suspicious looking fancy men come calling, do not let them in!", he calls after the guard. Harl cast Vic a wink, "How you wanna handle it from here? We takin' care of this fella or switchin' him to our side?"
"Then let's get to seeing him then! Lead the way before your short lived kind passes and I have to wait for his son to come of age." Harl says as he treats the boy as he would Flofer. Spinning him around and giving him shove in the right direction.
Marching directly toward the youth, the heavily armored dwarf steps right up the guard and says, "Who's in charge of this billet?", in a gruff and demanding tone. Without waiting a moment he adds, "WELL! Are going to answer or stand there like the village idiot?"
"You want me to handle this welp or do you want to, Vic?"
"They respects it that is for certain. Deeds, not words is their way. When we get their let me start the fight....uh,err, negotiations. Bah, they're likely the same thing from what I remember of trading with their kind."
A broad grin splits the hairy face of the grizzled dwarf and he hikes his shield. "Time to introduce some them northern fellas to their favored brand of diplomacy." Harl readies himself quickly and moves out with Victoria.
"Where you slink off to, Vic?", Harl says at spotting his friend.
Harl keeps a stern eye on both the Hellknight and Aramis. "You never know what these fools may try. All worked up, but with little true honor."
Harl shakes his head as Flofer knocks over a weapons rack, a table of wine classes, three children, two squires, kicks a chicken, and falls over a railing.
"No need to enter agreement with losers, Aramis. We all saw hw well you handled yourself in the last competition. Now scram!" Not taking his glaring gaze off of Aramis, Harl says to Flofer, "You are about to get thumped, boy."
Stepping in line with approaching knight, Harl places himself between the man and dark elf. "Mind yer own business, Aramis. Which at this point should be thinkin' better of engaging in anything else dwarven." the last bit dripping with purpose and intent. "Solaric has no use for you, but I might ifin' you don't make yerself real scarce quick..... Letting the last words trail a bit, the dwarf raises his table like shield acoupleof inches from the ground.
Harl continues to stand by observing the crowd and even more so working as a sentry for Solaric.
"Oh that song is about a lady in need to be sure, bwahahahaha!"
Though he despises Aramis, Harl cannot help but burst out laughing and clapping. "How knowledgable you are of dwarven tavern songs, but I fear you'll bot find many fans here, Aramis, hahahahahaha!"
"That sounded like the forges of the Five Kings. So...metallic!
Hark ensures Kirk will be fine by accompanying him to the lab. It feels good to be marching again to the old Soldier. Nothing like the weight of his armor and shield upon his shoulders. [ooc]"So what do you think that stuff is , boy?"[/b] he ask as he looks about the lab.
"I'm thinkin' it is the songbird competition. Ifin' the elf decides to tell a story we could be here quite some time. I'd be worried if I had the life span of a human, hahahaha."
"Don't throw it in now, elf! I've fought aside ya an' know ya got it in ya!
"The elf even manages to make a battle take an eterninty! Hahahahaha!" Harl bellows to his comrades.
"Kirk, I believe we will be needin' to take care of some business of our own soon."
Having turned his back, but not his ears to what is transpiring between the servant and Victoria, Harl almost loses it but maintains his compsure."Oh boy, that idiot is going to be asking for her hand if she keeps this up much longer, hehehe."
"Do yer thing, lass. If a little more straight forward appraoch is called for, me an' the boy here will handle that."
"Seems we may have some talking to do with someone, eh, Vic?"
"Only because they choose to prance around an actual fight, boy. The need to ground themselves and go at like real warriors."
"I've not seen 'er for a while now, to be honest. I've been on a goose chase after all manner of nonsense today.", says the dwarf to Kirk.
After handing the bottle over to Kirk, the dwarf stands by looking expectantly. "Well,boy?"he says a bit of irritation in his voice. "Do you know how much of a pain in my rump getting that thing was?"
Snatching the bottle out the squires hand an tucking it into his waist pouch,warrior turns on his heel set to find Kirk. "If anyone knows what this stuff is, the boy 'ill."
"Human squires just aren't what they used to be.", Harl says as he grabs the youngman by his collar and shouts as he can, "Where is the bottle that held the potion your master used this afternoon? He may be in trouble so you best not be forgettin' or could be bad for ya, lad."
"GRRRRRRR!!! Flofer get out my sight you worthless bag of bones. I'm gonna go look for this damned bottle." After having recieved a description of the squire Harl heads toward the list where the boy should be lurking if he is any better than Flofer at the job.
Harl and Flofer continue to search for the Salva. As they move about the various tents and stalls the dwarf becomes all the more frustrated when here the call to the list. "BAHHHH! You'd think that finding one of these jokers would be easier with all the puffed up showmanship around here."
Hefting his door like shield and yanking Flofer to follow him, Harl sets off to check on the status of Solaric's opponent. "Stop yer day dreaming, boy. We've work to be doin'."
"I told ya,elf! Just gotta stop questionin' yourself.", the oddly excited dwarf yells from where they have gathered.
"FLOFER!" erupts from Harl's lips as barrels after the rapidly escaping gangly lad.
When Flofer finally returns, Harl just shakes his head and rubs his face with stout hands. In the mean time, continues to aid Solaric in getting ready for this first test.
After joining the paladins for their morning meal, Harl decides it best to stay near Flofer as an additional...guide. Seeing the boy seems to have the jitters he slaps him on the back and says "What ya shaken fer, boy. Get me all nervous just lookin' at ya. Yer quiverin' more 'han a split goblin. It's obvious ye got more guts than that o'herwise ye'd never lived this long. Solaric is dependin' upon ye taday. NOw buck up an' follow the lead ah some them heroes ye be spoutin' about!"
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