Extremely wide eyed man yanks the dagger out of his foot and throws it back, but the spidermanTM dodges. Wide-eyed man then chugs some of the badger blood and resumes running.
Two rowdy drunken dwarves enter moments after he departs.
I'm telling you it was Winerum he gave us!
It was most evidently Rumwine.
Winerum!
Rumwine!
Winerum!
Rumwine!
Rumwine!
Winerum!
Rumwinerum!
Winerumwine!
I concede. On second thought, it must have been Winerumwine.
Ginol, have you forgotten your manners? Introduce yourself, you ignorant clout! We are so rude to have not introduced ourselves yet!
How rude of us!
Stupid of us!
Inconsiderate of us!
Idiotic of us!
Churlish of us!
Enough of this! We must introduce ourselves!
I am Ginol the Brave!
And I am Vedolu Steelsmiter!
Wait, maybe I'm Vedolu Steelsmiter!
No, that's me.
You're right, I must be Ginol the Brave.
Of course I'm right. I'm always right.
But let us get to business!
Wamblers!
Fluffy ones!
Very fluffy!
Fluffiest you've got!
And lots of 'em!
Lots of lots!
Lots of lots of lots!
Not lots of lots of lots, you dolt, just lots of lots!
No, we do need lots of lots of lots!
My apologies. But yes, my good shopkeeper, Fluffy Wamblers are what we require!
Fluffy Wamblers are what we desire!
Indeed sire, my desire rages like a pyre, aflame with white fire!
My need for Wamblers soars higher and higher, and of waiting I tire!
Thicker than briar, my desire is quite dire!
If you have some Wamblers, I'll be your buyer!