Thunk faces IronDog placing both hands on his shoulders. “You look like a drunken dwarf crazed with fairy charm.” Thunk slaps him across the face and hands him a tankard of ale while clunking it with his own. “Drink up and get yer wits together... and Check yer pouches lads. No tellin what the pretty li’l gals were up to.”

Turning to Quaid, “Let’s go find us some Frogmen afore they get their scrawny li’l legs into trouble. Whatcha think boys?” Thunk simultaneously punches Grim & IronDog each on the shoulder.