[center][b][u]Schizo Dwarf, Raven’s Inn[/center][/b][/u]

Algrimm, while upset at the dismissal of his “art” by the Illusionist, still decided to go through with the man’s games. Heading past the threshold muttering to himself about philistines or barbarians of some sort, he heard the Illusionist’s warning about the guardian, a large feral cat of some sort. Wonderful, not only did they have to deal with the man’s tricks, they also had to deal with his pet. A pet which they could not kill, because human lives were [i]so[/i] valuable. The thinking of these inferior beings confused him often, what with their concepts of “Morality” and “Ethics”. Any good Dwarf could clearly tell you that “The ends always justify the means, no matter how extreme”, because it was just a simple fact of life.

The...lesser beings, for that was what they were, lesser beings, of mixed blood and lineages. It was sickening that he would have to work with such creatures, but alas, some things can’t be helped. As for helping the others with the Illusionist’s pet, he was just as dumbfounded as the others. [b]”Well, I’m not a vet. So I’ve got no ideas other than kill the damn thing. Not like it’d be a huge loss. Just saying.”[/b]