Dwarf Lover, The Beginning, Page 12: Kohk: String a bow. Brennan: Grind an axe. Grummok: I've got ten gold crowns they both go down. Gary: Who? Now where the fuck did this guy come from? If my senses hadn't been screwed by the overpowering Elven perfume, I'd have been prepared. Grummok: Hell. Make it everything you've got that none of you survive. Grummok: I'm gonna take you all down. Brennan: Right. You and what army? Hopefully, the Elf was quicker with her bow than with her repartee.