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[color=82ca9d][b]Theodore Doubleblade[/b][/color][/centre]

Theodore turned his head slowly to size up this newcomer edging towards her sword. The pleasant look on Theodores face turned sour as he stared at the offending hand with a look that could be considered both a threat and a challenge. If there was one thing the ferryman hated it was being threatened by an underling that did not know its place. He waved at Glodin to wait a moment for his response before he walked right up to Tabetha and puffed out his chest, hands on hips in easy reach of his two headed ax. 

[color=82ca9d]"Ye' got a problem with how Dwarves do business, miss? I can assure ye' that the bout of unpleasantness just now is a far cry from what I am capable of and far from the worst thing I'm willing to do. So do me a favor, lass, and go cry ta' yer superior officer. I ain't the type ta just go quietly when I've done nothin' wrong.[/color]"

He glanced back at the wreckage of the bar and coughed a bit uncomfortably. 

[color=82ca9d]"Ok so that, I agree, was a wee bit wrong, but the stone brain over there,"[/color] pointing a stubby plated finger Argus' way, [color=82ca9d]"He's the one what drugged me niece. You expect me ta lay down and let an insult like that pass? I owe the girls father that much at least." [/color]

Again he puffed out his chest and turned his back on Tabetha, an inviting smile on his face as he felt the poisonous flow of his being itch for release. A single wave of his toxic miasma would likely kill or incapacitate the lot of 'em but there was no honor in murder like that when honor only demanded Theo rough up the offender a bit. Dwarven culture was interestingly more tolerant and yet more strict on many subjects. Thieves lost their hands and had them put on display, while humans locked up petty thiefs and gave them 'due process'. A joke to him really.
Dwarves also answered slights with fists and either earned an apology or a feud. Argus and himself had earned an apology, one for the niece treatment and the other for having his nose broken.

Theodore walked past Glodin, all but shoving Tabetha to the side without a care for her dignity or rank. 

[color=82ca9d]"Glodin was it? Marcus mentioned a dwarf craftsman. I risk what exactly by returning? We're all in the thick of it together anyways!" [/color]He slapped his knee in a raucous laugh. [color=82ca9d]"Hammer like that oughta do more than just break a demons jaw, beardling, shoulda taken the durn jaw off!" [/color]

Theodore offered his gauntlet clad hand to Glodin for inspection. The metal was flawless, even after a rough scuffle, dirt didn't even bother trying to cling to the polished black steel. A closer inspection would reveal the meticulously etched runes along the rim of the gauntlet, powerful protection from the elements aligned to create a breathtaking display of skill in their placement. Not a single marred line or the slightest difference from one rune to the next, all perfectly etched. 

[color=82ca9d]"You surface folk don't get ta see the pure veins o' mithril I seen in my homeland. Strong as a fortress and just as expensive."[/color] His armored fist struck the chest plate with a muffled clang. [color=82ca9d]"Reckon' I might be able ta' show you some tricks yet lad. Been forgin' steel inta weapons o' death afore your clan likely learned what a sword even was!"[/color] He gave another raucous laugh and patted Glodin on the shoulder as a sign of acceptance.