“<The gaunt undead pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily.>
This is going to reflect very poorly on my record. Somehow in a single day we've managed to stir up the local gorlocs, lose half of our equipment, and are now down a dwarf.
In this situation, protocol dictates that we be as efficient as possible. Go thin out some of our toothy antagonists and bring me their saliva for further testing while you're at it.
Only the good stuff, mind you.”
