As the small family of dwarfs makes its way around, news catches grennas ears that the dwarves have heard her call. Smiling broadly at this, she slaps her thigh and laughs, "Grand! Toime fer me ter start brewing me special ale."
She then tugs her brood along and stopping outside a small park outside of hempsteads gates she sets her kids loose to play. She then starts going thru her pack seeing what she needs to gather for the famous Rockbasher beer.
A short time later several high pitched screams and much crying start to break the calm of the day. Grenna just grins as she mutters about kids havin' fun until a small group of parents surround her blocking the sun.
"Hey lady! Whats the big idear your kids beating up on our kids! What kind of kids are you raising anyways? they are drooling and biting and trying to hurt our kids!" The small mob yells as they pull Varka and Galen forward while hugging and tending to the wounds of their own kids.
"Oi! Ye blockin me sun, an wat ye be blatherin on about? Sounds ter me loike de kids just be a roughhousin wit ech udder. What ye cryin about an wat makes ye tink me kids are behoind it!?" She says slightly menacingly as she look up from her recipes.
All of a sudden all the people start yammering together, gettng louder and louder until a mighty roar comes from the middle of the crowd and they all fall silent.
"NOW YE ALL SHUT YER GOBS AND ONE OF YE SPEKS. i CANNA UNNERSTAND A WERD OF WAT YE BE SAYIN!" Grenna now on her feet with her hands firmly on her hips.
The masses take a step back at the fierceness of her display, then gathering the courage of a crowd vs one lone dwarf a man steps forward. "Our kids were just playing when your kids started playing with them. Then your kids started beating on our kids! Thats what happened! You need to punish them, and then pay for our kids to go to the healer." He says resolutely.
Grenna just looks at her kids who are still foaming a bit at the mouth nad grinning happily as they poke each others bruises. "Oi teach me chillins better den ter just go off half cocked on sum stupid kids. Yer kids musta done sumthin ter set em off." She glares at the other kids who suddenly decide to clutch their parents legs and take a few steps back.
"They were just play fighting. Weren't you kids. No one was sposed to get hurt." Another parent says as she tends to her terrified youngster.
"Dis tru? What wer ye playin at? Ye knows betta den ter have a tumble wit out a gud reson." She says frowning to her own kids.
Galen speaks up in a high pitched voice obviously very nervous about ticking mom off, "Dey wanted us ter pplay battel wit em. Dey said dey was gonna play like when hempy was attacked by de darkies. Loike sum ol tale."
Varka chimes in "Uhhuhh. Dey says dey was gonna be de darkies and we could be de soldiers foightin em off. Cept..de all was darkies an we.."Elbowing Galen, "we was de only soldiers. An ye knows all bout dem darkies ma."
Her eyes narrow, then she looks from her kids to the the other kids and then to the parents. "So wat ye gripin bout? Yer kids dun gots wat dey deserved. De dun lost der foight. Sounds loike dey was tryuin ter ambush me kids ter boot!"
Her grin gets wider as she looks upon her kids quite proudly, "HA! I be teachin em roight foine I be tinkin! Yer kids wat outta be shamed of demselves, playin at bein darkies. Darkies be a scourge, dey be eating de chillens of dose wat dey be killin!", Her eyes start to glaze a bit, and her spit starts shooting out her mouth as she speaks. "Dey be usin der goiants slaves an such ter kill innocent families an suckin de marrow from der bones...an yer kids be wanting ter be dem! Serves em roight fer leanin a lesson bout wat a gud dwarf does ter dem darkies!"
Glaring at the children now hiding behind der parents, who are also taking afew steps back she spits, "Ye aint gonna be playin no darkies agin is ye?! Ye knows wat be happenin ter darkie na when he comes across a dwarf na! ROIGHT!?"
Then lookign at the parents gathered around, "Ye should be appy dat me rugrats be so appy ter be teachin em such a gud lesson. And dat all dey dun got was a few scrapes and bruises fer de lernin."
After a moment, she calms down and her generally nice demeanor returns as she looks over the crowd. "Now, ye kids be owin me kids a 'pology fer wat ye did. An ye shoul be sayin yer sorries ter yer folk ta fer wat ye did. Playin at bein darkies is a bad ting. Neer trust a darkie, leastways unless yer axe be stickin outta is chest er is ead be on a poike."
With that, she tells the kids to gather up their things and smiling happily she grabs her kids and heads off to the alehouse. Tellin em to tell her the whole story bout how dey dun wiped de floor with darkies.
