“That so?” Pellanor said, neither angered nor surprised. He’d been underestimated for most of his life, even by other dwarves. Three Otherfolk who couldn't see his true worth would just be the latest additions to a long list. But he wasn’t willing to just turn tail and slink away. He needed to make a statement. His pride demanded it, even if it wasn’t good etiquette. 

Shifting the glaive to his left hand, he grasped the edge of the table with just his right. He strained a little at first, then managed with all of his might to lift it off the ground, even with the cleric’s heavy mace still resting upon it. The three stared at him with equal amounts of surprise and alarm. He managed to get it a good two feet off the ground, though he shook with the effort, before dro...

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