"These guys personally? Not exactly. Let's just say certain people don't like me. One way or another they've persuaded these guys not to like me, either. I don't know anything about vengeful dwarves." He shakes his head as he hoists himself up into a chair. "Couldn't happen to nicer people, though. I just hope things don't get too nasty; I saw at least one Brown Cape here -"

He turns to nod in the direction of said Brown Cape, and sees... him talking to a dwarf lady. Gil hates coincidences sometimes; he joins Vivian in holding his head in his hands. "Blast it, Roscoe... The kid never learns." Roscoe may actually be older than Gil - he's never asked - but the point stands.