Groll was slowly walking down a passage (generic passage no.15... or something
) when he found his way blocked.
Sefon was standing in front of him with his hands on his hips.
Groll:"Who are you?"
Sefon:"What? You really
are dumb, aren't you?"
Groll scowled (if sligs can scowl that is?) and lifted his rifle.
Sefon put his hand up.
Sefon:"Whoa there, you know what the rules are around this place! Besides, if you can put your memory back together you should be able to figure out what will happen if you try to blow my head off again."
Groll lowered the rifle.
Groll:"You got lucky, you filthy mud. You watch yourself or it won't happen next time."
He turned and walked the other way.
Sefon:"
Next time? You sligs don't learn very fast, do you? I hope you don't mind repairing your rifle again, you'll need to do it if your're going to have another go at me."