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Upon reaching the bottom, Gorum's face lit up red with rage as blood rushed to his head. His grip on his axe tightened and eventually he let a powerful scream, and so powerful was the rage he released that he managed to shimmy out of the well at a shocking speed. Upon reaching the top he shoved a bucket that was near the well over his brother's head, the bucket was small so it got stuck. After this Gorum picked up a nearby board of wood, dropping his axe and began repeatedly striking his brother over the head with the board, until eventually the bucket broke under Gorum's severe beating.

"You look calm." Said the familiar voice of Bryce, as he walked up to lean on the ship's banister next to Jinx. Bryce was wearing full armour, save his helmet, which he had brought with him but places on the ship's deck at his feet, along with his sword and shield, difference this time was that he had a long red cape with a strange symbol upon it, the cape reached about his ankles. The wind tussled his hair slightly as he looked out onto the horizon. "We never got properly introduced. Sir Bryce Herald, and you are...?"

Bryce spoke with a distincitve british accent. "Well I've always been a sucker for long stories." he said, leaning more comfortably on the bannister.

By the time the bucket broke, Throngar was nearly as enraged as his brother. The moment his line of sight was clear, he swung his staff up heavily into Gorum's gut, shouting, "It was your own damn fault, you smelly field-rat* turd!"

*Racist term for halflings.

Jinx giggled, "It's just that I kinda jinxed everyone, so that's what they call me."

Throngar was bowled over onto the ground, dropping his staff, but he used the freedom of both his hands to start pummelling Gorum in the face. "Hill-humping lava-bat!"

"Not something I wanna talk about." Bryce said calmly. "Maybe one day, when the Bleck invasion is over. I'll tell you the morning after our celebratory shag."