Taken aback momentarily by the goblin's concisiveness, Vrinn's eyes narrow and his fingers twitch, muscles tensing to attack. However, he instead takes a deep breath, calming himself though still through a sneering face he stares down at Chuffy "Because of me? Maybe, maybe not. I will say that not once have I forced her into doin' somethin' she din't want t' do. It was yer clan that removed her fangs, your clan that exiled her. It was me who freed her from captivity an' gave her a home here. It was me who fought his own brother, not once but twice and risked exile from me own 'clan' as well for just even acceptin' her as my wife. All th' while you were off playin' with yer trinkets by yerself. Where were you t' protect her when she needed protectin', hmm? I ain't seen anythin' from ye except words an' declaration, and she hardly even knows ye at all... And yet you deign t' question me intentions!?" Vrinn rants, his voice becoming cold as he leans over to come face to face with the short goblinoid, barely inches apart. "You're new around here, so I'll let your mistake slide, but only once, an' only 'cause ye don't know any better. But trust me when I say I've killed more important people for less..." the simmering rage boils behind Vrinn's eyes, kept in check however as he takes another deep breath and stands up straight again to his full height "...But, Grosilge has asked me t' be nice. So, I'm bein' nice. Tell me Chuffy, do ye have faith in Lamashtu?"