“For the first time since playing in the Fumbbl league, Kondor chose not to cross the pitch and shake hands with the opposing coach.

Evildead had played the match as well as possible, so from a coaching perspective, there were no complaints. He played well. The dwarfs just were getting up as quickly as they were being knocked down. The armor held and he could not work his way past them. Late in the first half, he had a chance at a score, but a longbeard managed a long range single die blitz that popped the ball out of the hobgoblins hand. From there, he could not score.

The second half saw the dwarfs move the ball methodically down the field, but a blitzing centaur put a stop to the dwarf push. With a chance to score, a longbeard could not pick up the ball and the game ended in a 0-0 tie.

The reason, Kondor went to the locker room instead of crossing to exchange words with the coach is his general attitude. He had come to Kondor and challenged the dwarfs to a game. Yet, once the match started, the complaining was heard all the way across the field. "These dwarfs are slow." "Dwarfs are gay." "People who play dwarfs are gay." "Could you speed it up, this is no fun." "Dwarfs are so boring, and these are even worse. You don't even have slayers. Just longbeards. Boring."

Kondor had only played against one other person of his ilk. Sad, as there is no reason to be a cretin when you are not being provoked.”