From Ohren's hut, angry yelling in a highpitched voice can be heard across the Crimson Quater.
"I'S GONNA FIND YOU AND KILTED YOU! I'S GONNA KILTED YOU DEAD! D-E-D DEADED!"
After that, all that can be heard is angry squeals of frustration.
The little gnome bustles out of his hut, huffing and puffing angrily.
"Ima kilted him... so dead... hes gonna died harder dan anyone eber died afore."
His eyes burn with hatred and arcane energies crackle at his fingertips before he angrily conjurs two large turkey legs, tossing one towards Snowball. He tears into the meat, in true Angori fashion.
As Ohren emerges, Barbaal can not help but stifle a small chuckle at his former Angori brother's misfortune. The once mighty leader of the Quarter turned to a Gnome made him feel a slight amusement but also great sorrow. "Come Ohren. Sit wif me. Oo are you gonna kill?" He offers a bowl of brown, odiferous liquid to his compainion.
Little Ohren grumbles as he moves to sit down next to Barbaal. He tears into the large turkey leg, succulent juices dribble down his little chin. He speaks with his mouth full.
"Mer gern kerld Murfllurkrmglg."
He continues chewing the meat, subconciously swinging his feet since they aren't touching the ground. He waves his hand dismissivly at the brown liquid. With a wave of his hand he summons a large skull filled with his favorite beverage, the blood of his enemies. He takes a gulp and mumbles a bit about people calling other people Gonks.
Barbaal retracts the bowl and takes a sip from it. He immidiately spits the soup out and tosses the rest of the bowls horrid contents onto the earth. "Merlacrum? De immortal? From what I understan' 'bout da word immortal, it's somefing dat can't be killed. How ya gonna do it," Barbaal asks curiously as he turns toward Ohren.
Ohren grumbles more.
"I dun seend two momotols kilted. Jus cause dey says dey is momotol doesnt maked dem ones."
He stands up and tears into the turkey leg.
"Ima momotol."
He places his little fists on his hips and poses as though he were a statue of an immortal.
"I is killedable... and so is dey. I jus needs to find his weakness."
"Who you yellin' at?" Barbaal shouts to Ohren curiously. He sits next to a small fire beside his hut preparing what might pass off as stew.