Guard Beren

say: What do you want? Are you friends with that lousy [dwarf]?! You had better not be unless you want to spend the rest of the week bleeding!

say: That dwarf, Trumpy, who Corshin here thinks is a friend of Commander Bayle's, keeps pestering my poor brother Faren. I have had just about enough of him and [his kind].

say: You know... thieves, drunks and murderers. Decent folk just don't have a chance anymore.

say: How are they biting, little brother?

say: Yes, sir!

say: Don't you worry about him! I will take care of [Trumpy] Irontoe once and for all!

say: Heh, Speak for yourself, Corshin. That one looks like a troublemaker to me.