"Don't take yer quaffing lightly, lads. A tale to hone me point: I'm at a tavern, having a hearty stout, and this Elf asks me to mind me manners, says me quaffing damps his lute strings or somesuch. So I turns to the lute-fondling tree-smoocher, looks him straight in his shifty eye, and says, "Laddie, Great Moradin has blessed me with this here stout and ye'll observe I'm of the holy orders. Now, tell me truly: do ye really want to rile up a Dwarf cleric in the middle of a SACRAMENT?!"Vargard's First Homily
Vargard's Second Homily
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