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Get inside ye lunk

The door scraped open, the scream of cold metal against stone sent ice through Angrond’s spine, making him cringe away as a lantern was thrust rudely into his face.
“Who’s bang and slamming and yellering out there?” The voice was a rusty rumble carried on an ancient wind “Decent folk don’t come sneaking up on the black of night, now who is ye?”
Angrond was caught of guard by the sally from the stumpy figure, feeling more than a little like he had just stepped into a nursery rhyme, and before he could make to answer the small figure spoke over him “O step inside yu big lunk, or the winds are gonna carry half a storm inside here, and then you get to talkin”