One of the dwarves, breaking the silence, quickly interjected to protest against my 'request'.
"Ye were saved, yer life preserved, and now when we ask for yer help and ye come forth with a demand? Ain't that a bit disrespectful?"
I narrowed my eyes and turned to the dwarf who had spoken so quickly.
He was a middle-aged dwarf, maybe forty at most. He had long hair gathered behind his head and black eyes. He was big, even for a dwarf. Still, he wasn't someone who would make me back down, especially after what I'd been through.
It was time to get a little tough.
"Disrespect?"
I looked directly into the dwarf's eyes, putting the same kind of pressure on him that they were trying to put on me.
"I am asking you, sir. If you had experienced what I have just described in this room, where would you be now?"
