*As Wulfenbach finishes his speech the dwarf smacks him on the back with his gauntlet so hard that the hall resounds with the sound of two plates violently clashing*
"What tha hell was that! Yer invitin' them ta a tea partea or sumthin! Sorrea ah forgot yer bloodea dress an' tea!"
*Slightly growling the worgen looks down at the dwarf as he adresses the whole hall"
"Listen 'ere ye lot! Me an' Wulfea are gunna have a bloodea true dworven partea, with traditions passed on frem tha ages. If yer a sissey, a pansey or tha kind that starts ta cry when sum'one calls ye a bastard. Bloodea flee! Git yer arses out me face! But If ye got sum dwarf or worgen in ye!"
*Pauses to spit on the ground*
"Then git yer arse ovah ta this 'ere evening an' show me an' Wulfea 'ere what yer made of!"
*nods firmly as he finishes his speech*