Lorges struggled, but was unable to free himself. The pale-haired man's mouth curved up, slightly visible behind his tightly fitting mask, and he turned his eyes towards Felix. [b]"Oh?"[/b] In an instant, the man dropped Lorges, and stepped over him, firmly placing one of his feet against the Dwarf's ribcage before landing closer to Felix. [b]"What have we here? a little one?"[/b]

	[b]"Ah yes, he's a curious one, like that [i]big fellow[/i] I split in half![/b]"

	[b]"Hah! He had a bit of magic in him, that he did!"[/b]

	[b]"Boy, who are you?"[/b] The masked man questioned, as his two twins descended upon the adventurers that flooded the bar. By now, they knew these visitors were no joke. Men and women of all races, mostly Dwarves, surrounded the rogue-like monstrous men, and clashed against them with steel and bronze, looking to take down the unwelcome foes with due diligence. The crowds made it difficult to see the other two masked men beyond the one that had disabled Durwith and Lorges before Felix, as the third had jumped down from his perch above the crowds. [b]"Speak up! I only have [i]ten ears[/i]!"[/b]