The burly orc listened to the ramblings and racial slurs and grew more angry as the dwarf babbled on. Gripping the handle of his axe so that the cords and sinews rippled down his arm and forearm, he looked at the newcomer with ire and wrath in his eyes. Jaw tight, it was clear that the barbarian was having none of this.

Spitting on the ground at the dwarf's feet, Tordic's voice was cold and blunt.

"We are not lessor by any means dwarf and any imperfections found with this group start with you. Talk like that again to me and the only song you will be singing is a dirge....I know you not and care for you even less..."

As he was talking, Tordic slid his greataxe into both of his hands...while he wasn't one to start the violence, he for sure wasn't going to be caught unawares.