At first, the scarred dwarf is incredibly startled, nearly jumping out of his skin when Reawyn sits across the table. He quickly switches to an expression that conveys wariness and suspicion. This is it. They're going to come for me. Okay. Let them know you're not afraid.
"Tales? Yes. Great tale for you." He raises his gravelly voice such that it's not quite a yell but can be heard over the background noise. "Ursk escaped slave. Ursk kill League masters. Ursk smash League robots. Ursk hear torch in Torch not...being...torchy. Ursk think League do something or come fix. Not sure. Don't matter. Ursk kill them. Ursk mention he escaped slave?"
He leans back slightly, the fingers of his right hand drumming on the table top, about a foot from his axe. "Good tale, yes? So... you League?"
OOC: I know it's usually up to GMs to define NPC reactions, but I imagine it's safe to assume an awkward silence has fallen but for the rap of Ursk's finger tips on the table
"Tales? Yes. Great tale for you." He raises his gravelly voice such that it's not quite a yell but can be heard over the background noise. "Ursk escaped slave. Ursk kill League masters. Ursk smash League robots. Ursk hear torch in Torch not...being...torchy. Ursk think League do something or come fix. Not sure. Don't matter. Ursk kill them. Ursk mention he escaped slave?"
He leans back slightly, the fingers of his right hand drumming on the table top, about a foot from his axe. "Good tale, yes? So... you League?"
OOC: I know it's usually up to GMs to define NPC reactions, but I imagine it's safe to assume an awkward silence has fallen but for the rap of Ursk's finger tips on the table
