"GROG IS PROUD OF GREGNOCK!"

a large Barbarian shouted, arms crossed as they stared me down. Ah, this must be where he gets his unique way of speaking. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I look over to Gregnock, who was currently "sneaking" into the room after what I presumed was either his father or brother had shouted. While obviously everyone had definitely spotted him, they refused to look at him. After all, they couldn't see him. Or their arms would be broken mysteriously the next day.

"Look, I didn't say you couldn't be proud of him, I'm just saying he needs to learn how to really sneak."

I said again, calmly as possible. God, I hated barbarians, but I couldn't fire Gregbock until he failed an assassination.