Bron trudged through the streets of Haven with a furrowed brow and muttered curses.
"Well, that ending left a sour taste in my mouth. Sure, twas good to bash in the teeth of those scaley beasts under Haven," Bron shook his head and gritted his teeth, "but I don't want anyone callin a dwarf money-grubbin flea-bittin oath-breakers!"
"He said we'd split the loot at the end. So I repeated it to the latecomers, believin it. But at the end, everyone was eager to leave, to run into the hills or back to their wives maybe, and keep whatever they found. I spoke up, tellin what I had, and askin what they found, but ignored i was. Not everyone was lootin so was not a fair split for all! Those two lasses in the back, they pulled their fair share o' work. But probably didna even have a chance to loot! By the time they stepped over crushed skulls, the corpses were bare. That ain't fair or honorable, no!"
"And I dinna loot much either, instead watchin fer sneaky saurian beasts, I was, and maybe others did the same. Though I did get to mine platinum fer the first time, and that was good." Bron trudged on, adjusting his heavy rucksack and continuing to shake his head and scowl.
"Fought all night, we did. Good time to eat and drink and sleep now but I'm too worked up for that. I may be a scowling cus, an ornery mutt, but I know what's fair. I'll need to be louder next time to keep things on the up and up for everyone. For now, no rest. I'll go put my anger into mining tin and smelting bronze."