Hanro glared at Bedge. If a mere dwarf's glare could bore holes in a half-elf's face, then this particular glare would have. If at first he but considered Bedge to be a manipulative bastard, this only proved it. Bedge was goading him, trying to make him look bad. He was hoping that Hanro would attack him, and afterwards to be blamed for the whole event.

Well, Hanro wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of it.

"I do not have anything against…elves," Hanro said slowly, measuring every word, "though 'twould be more accurate to say that I dunnae have anything against elves in general. T'is certain elves, and certain humans, that I can't say tha' I like. Mistakes can be made about people when they're chosen for treks such as this 'un, specially when there's few candidates and time's a countin'."

"Please," said Szazzkur, who approached the two from the side, "there is no need for this, nor for these insults. I am sure that it is all a misunderstanding, on both sides. Both of you have said words that I am sure you wish to have left unsaid, words said in the heat of the moment and that you did not weigh and consider fully. Please, consider your words from this point on and do not let this matter to go any further!"

"Oh, I'm willin' ta admit that a certain mistake was made, Silvertongue," said Hanro while still staring directly into Bedge's eyes, smiling mirthlessly, "so, do we put our differences aside fer now?"