"Hold there - hold me pint fer a moment!" Fran suddenly exclaimed, the dwarf walking forward into the conversation while adjusting his girth-guard.
"What's all this cultist and dark sorcery business, and Death Cults connected to the White Hand?"

The Dwarf asked, looking surprised as his gaze passed through the group.

"I knew they were assholes, but this is adding a whole new layer to the pie of evil!" The dwarf expressed, holding up his hand while he spoke.
"I cannea tell whether this is a good, or a bad thing. If we can nail them as cultists in the eyes of Stormwind, they're as good as done for it! But, the idea of cultists infiltrating Stormwind is a frightening idea, especially considering their rapid expansion. These guys are spreading into more sectors than just security. You can hardly see a ball or party among the nobles where there isn't some hired white cloak."

The dwarf raised his mailed fist to pound it against his studded vest.

"The 'Van has a stake in this game as well, and by Bronzebeard's brass balls, ye bet we aren't gonna sit idly on our asses while the lillies's influence spreads throughout the city!" The dwarf stated stated loudly, but upon receiving a mixture of confusion, as well as slight ire from Marshal for his language, the dwarf was quick to comment again.

"Ahh, those are 'lillies', what we like to call the White Hand."

The dwarf commented as he scratched his long and bright beard, nodding his head.

"I'm afraid infiltration is not our strongest side, and we really can't just flat out attack the lillies without repercussions, but we know how to make a mess! If ye need their attention away from Honor's Watch tonight, then the 'Van's got you covered! I've been itching for some payback for me pa!"