"Wwhat is it? If you land dwwellin' piece of shit can't tell, I'm busy. Make this quick," the troll hissed in an odd, wavy sounding accent, his fins flaring briefly as he spoke.

His trusted (and undeniably overpowered) rifle, Ahab's Crosshairs, was slung neatly across his back and underneath his dramatic-looking cape. Ampora's expression seemed to be of disdain and prejudice, as if he felt he was doing you a great deal of an honor simply just by letting you stand in his presence.