Azagrimm sat in his parlour, watching the beautiful sunrise, not having a single care in the world. He stared through passers-by, as if they were invisible, ghosts parading through the winding streets of La'marri. He was relaxing, as he had decided to take the day off from raiding and questioning.
A shout sounded, a young girl in distress, to the dwarf's ear. Azagrimm shifted his gaze in the direction of the sound, to see what was disturbing the peace. He realized it was all fine, just a clumsy shopper not looking where he was going. The dwarf relaxed once more, but only for a moment. The freeloader was dashing in his direction, kicking up dust. The young girl chased after him, shouting nasty curses. Azagrimm Bornzehand sighed. 'Always,' he thought. Every time he took a well-earned day off, some trouble erupted around him, tempting him into action. Azagrimm would have not even considered rushing to help the situation, but this involved a man, and a woman. Azagrimm hated men.
The man was nearing where Azagrimm was sitting. The dwarf sneakily extended a shorter than usual leg, tripping the man. The person sprawled on the dirty ground, and growled, and unsheathed a dagger made of conspicuous golden steel. The man engaged Azagrimm, and swung the dagger towards the dwarf. He evaded the lunge, and pulled his sword from scabbard. It was now mano e mano. Steel against steel. Azagrimm was ready, the horrid man began shouting insults, teasing the dwarf about his stunted arms and legs, and even worse, about his height. He rudely poked his tongue out. Azagrimm took the opportunity to cut off the thieve's tongue. The crowd watching gasped as pink flesh flopped onto the dirt.
"Now, what do you say about giving the lady's things back?"
Azagrimm laughed.
"Wait, you can't. you have not a tongue to say with!"
The crowd laughed, and Azagrimm levelled his steel to the offending man's crotch.
"Now," threatened Azagriim. "Give her posessions to her."
