A man strolls casually into the Crimson Quarter. He is hooded with a shiny black shield and armor, and when he pulls back his hood he reveals Rasiri's features without their usual racial parts. His sword is locked into it's sheath and he walks with purpose. Rasiri glances around quickly trying to find his berings, seeing as he had never been here. After a moment's thought he looks down and draws a shaky quick breath, "BARBAAL! MORZOTH! I MUST HAVE A WORD."
Ohren slips out of his hut and growls in his slightly higher pitched voice. The gnome looks about.
"Wut in da pit is goin on out here..." He points to the strange mage and Rasiri. "Yous doesnt belonged in de crimson quarter. Dis is tribal grounds wif tribal rules. Do you bidness odder places so de rest of us can sleep and eat in peace."
He conjures a thick lamb leg which smells strongly of garlic and begins tearing into it.
The forge stirs. The coals burn white and the fire blue. Upon the flame sits Morzoth whos eye's peer with anger at the cursed one. Morzoth raises his hand and from it flies a ball of fire and smoke as blue as the darkest waters. It falls at Rasiri's feet.
"If your next step is not in the direction of town I shall fire another and this one will be aimed for your head!"
Rasiri glances at Ohren and Haman as he waits for Barbaal to close in with an impassive look on his face, only moving to sweep his robes out from in front of him when Morzoth's fireball hits the ground. "Barbaal l, you are a mighty fighter and Morzoth, you are a mage of great proportions. I came here to have a word and I will not be turned by petty threats. Though you believe might makes right it is not always right to resolve things with violence." Rasiri looks down at the smoking ground between his feet as he lets his robe fall back down, "I came here to offer my apologies and also to barter with you. I attacked Barbaal on false pretenses and I didn't know all that I thought I knew. And I am sorry. I want to atone for what I have done."
Barbaal stirs from his small hut to answer the call of his name. His eyes light up like fire when he notices his caller is Rasiri. Heavy footsteps carry the Angori towrds the intruder and muscled arms raise his trusted Choppa over his head. With a mighty breath he unleases a string of furious words.
"YOU WILL 'AVE NUFFING 'ERE BUT DEFF! YOU WILL TURN AROUND AN' LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR MY BLADE AND YOUR SKULL WILL BECOME CLOSE FRIENDS! YOU 'AVE NO PLACE 'ERE!"
His thuderous roar and ferocious stance give evidence of his conviction.