Still am doubting

The sudden disappearance of his gear was devastating to Gord. Two great artefacts of Dwarvenkind, the Si and the mighty Big Punch, gone! And his gold too! All of that carefully budgeted, meticulously counted gold! Oh, the Dwarfmanity!

<spoiler>s'ok</spoiler>

Gord immediately jumped to his feet, slightly dazed, <i>what in the ####### name of Rolf is this, I wonder?</i> He let his eyes wander as he checked for his weapons.

<i>Work, you piece of ogre dung, work!</i> Gord was preparing to throw himself through the glass of need be, hoping desperately that the vehicle would work

<spoiler>anyone(question mark)</spoiler>

Gord bolted away, anywhere was fine, it just had to be so he could survive this nightmare with these dark beasts. <i>Oh, Morodwyn.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Knight_Gord)</div>

Gord ate a candy, then tried starting the car, praying <i>O Blessed Morodwyn, keeper of balance, golden mistress in the skies, remember thine champion and preserve me, and everyone else in this in the glimmer of innumerable gold coins</i>

<spoiler>oof</spoiler>

&quot;I am a warrior priest, and I have come here to spar, and you have not? You carry the body of a warrior, and stand like one who has surpassed many obstacles.&quot;