An Angry, Stompy Trollkin

Rend stomps around the house. He is either angry, frustrated, or just being a troll. Regardless, his bellowing voice shakes the foundations of the guildhouse.

"Yuri! We need to talk NOW!" He commands in Khadoran, the echoing steps drawing closer to Yuri's room.

*Yuri is sitting in his room, enjoying vodka.*

Rend comes to the door, rattling the doorknob. "Yuri!" He shouts as he nearly breaks the door off the hinges entering.

*Yuri places his slug gun on the table, before pouring another vodka.*
"Is open, big brute."

Rend lumbers in, spouting angrily as he moves closer to Yuri.

"Now, I'd like to think I've been mighty civil during our time together as colleagues and I like to think you've been civil too."

As he gets closer, the troll sticks a meaty finger at him.

"We had a deal. I gave you twenty coins, you'd find out who Lady Fara Blake is. I've already given you the payment in full, but you still have yet to deliver."

Rend snorts, looking Yuri over.

"That ain't civil, and if you, as the proud, dignified cityborn, ain't going to be civil, then why should I? Makes a troll want to cause a fuss, maybe yell and stomp around some."

"Yell and stomp, as toddler would. Be as civil as you wish."
*He leans back on his seat, stretching.*
"I am thinking you will be disappointed in Farrah Blake, unless this civil toll is gold digger as well. Farrah Blake is just daughter of noble. Dead noble. Crowd of boys probably just want her money."

He nods, "So, she's noble? Hm."

"Of which nation? Where did you get this information?"

"Of this nation. Am not thinking a noble from other nation would be so sought after. I am getting information from church."