“There’s been all sorts of stories, that you brought in a dying dwarf yesterday and he bled out in the infirmary."

"That's just a story, lass." Fran replied to Bella, although hesitant as he wondered whether feeding her curiosity would be such a good thing to do. Liaena's mood, which had improved however so little since she had left the carriage, seemed to have gotten worse after the arrival of her 'old friend'. ¨
"Though it could have been true, if things had gone differently..." 

As they entered the sacred grounds of the cathedral interior, the dwarf made sure to lower his voice, not wanting to interrupt the serenity within the holy walls of the place. However, any considerations made by the dwarf would be far outweighed by the inconsiderations of the NIght Elf walking behind them, as Rithrynn almost shouted out behind them!

"[b]I can hear my own voice in here[/b]!"

"[i]Would ye quiet down, kid! This is a holy place![/i]" The dwarf would whisper slightly loudly back at the Night Elf, having taken the initiative to speak back against the Night Elf lest Marshal be given another opportunity to go on a divine rant of his, which seemed to be the old man's favorite pastime. But regardless of what the dwarf said, he might just go ahead with one regardless!

To the dwarf, it seemed like a logical paradox how such an obnoxious people as the Night Elves could be famed for being supposedly great scouts and unseen hunters!