Beli’s Beer Gut
The Wildhammer all looked uncomfortable.
“I’ll rip your parts off and feed them to the bear!”
Guumbah and Widge, sitting in the Wildhammer Stronghold brewery tavern, just looked at one another.
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“I think they’re calling for you,” Widge said, swallowing a mouthful of spicy crawdad. “That part that sounded like a death threat, that was definitely ‘Guuuumbaaaaah.'”
“I wish I spoke Dwarven,” the elf said, looking nervously at the stairs down to the guest rooms.
“Guumbah!” came a voice from below.
Widge laughed hard enough to shoot Aerie Peak Ale out his nose.
“Ancients preserve me,” Guumbah whimpered, getting up from his chair and heading downstairs.
