“Yak Mathúl stormed into the cabin, after the match, only to ram his head into a blue wall of Flesh. Magrab Rolfish had been standing near the doorway, as usual, exploring the fascinating science of wiggling with toes. The big troll fell backwards, as in a slow motion, breathing out smelly air in Yak Mathúl's direction, with a wheezing sound. Before the troll's bottom even hit the floor his finger was on a journey to discover the secrets of the nearly infinite space of a troll nose.

Yak Mathúl, taking a step or two back, feeling dizzy, shook his head and glanced at the troll. After taking a minute scratching his right front leg over the floor, he advanced half a step again, bending his head backwards to look the troll directly in the eye. "Magrab Rolfish, you utter waste of perfectly fine money, you ... you ... brainless green ... toy, what in the worlds name were you doing out there? You have been hired to smash things not stroke them! And then you even managed to knock yourself out, mister 'Uuuuh, I cuuuhn kill stuuuhf!'. Another game like that and I will rip you apart myself, personally". Something inside the trolls belly grumbled, and Yak Mathúl backed up instinctively, a reaction fueling his anger once he noticed what he had done. Magrab Rolfish's finger had, by now, discovered a gold mine, or rather a green slimy something mine, inside his nose. Removing the finger, slowly, with its priceless extractions attached, while his eyes took their time to marvel at the green coating on top the finger. With a decisive movement the finger ended up in the troll's mouth and was retreated - clean - with a 'Plop' sound. Only then the troll's eyes focused on the Bull Centaur standing infront of him. "Magrab Rolfish, luuhkes Fish. Mabrab Rolfish luuhkes Fish vuuhry vuuhry much." The following silence clearly illustrated that, for what it was worth, the troll considered the conversation over.

Before Yak Mathúl could continue his tirade at the troll that was by now frivolously chewing on a large rubber skull (that squeaked), the rest of the team entered the cabin to discuss the events of the match just finished. The 4 Chaos Dwarves - Ziruk Iglandûm, Gund Felbar, Felân Anbar and Buram Anglûdum walking in head and hat held high, the three Hobgoblins with their heads bowed to the floor, as if counting dust particles. While the newcomers where shuffling around the room, the hobgoblins fetching chairs for the chaos dwarves, Yak Mathúl turned around smoothly on his hind legs and, lifting his legs high for show effect, strutted to the front of the room. A side door to the room opened and a fourth hobgoblin with a heavy bandaged head was pushed in by some unseen hands and fell flat on his belly, right in front of the four chairs, now occupied by Ziruk, Gund, Felân and Buram. Yak Mathúl was standing in front of the group by now, with his back to them. He turned around and stared at each of the team members for a few seconds - a little longer at the hobgoblin then on the dwarves though - before he began to speak: "Who do you think was the best player on our team this game?". The Chaos Dwarves were trying to outdo each other in terms of holding their heads high, while the hobgoblins cowered as low to the floor as they could. "Tell me, who was the best player?" Yak Mathúl repeated.

After a short silence Gund Felbar slowly raised his arm. "I am", he exclaimed, "after all I injured one of those elves." "And that makes you think you are better then all that other junk sitting here in front of me? No ... no, you are wrong. Let me present you the best player of this match, he has been nothing more then a fan mere moments ago, and yet he outdid any, ANY, of you out there on the pitch." At that moment the side door opened again, and a dwarf whose face was painted in the team colors made his way in the room, a slave following each and every of the dwarfs steps, carrying a chair. "This is Aglin Gabil-Kazhûn who will join our team to replace Nuled Indush. Aglin was the only one that really did any harm to those elves whatsoever when he and a couple friends invaded the pitch. As to the match itself, I won't waste many words on it. Whoever instructed these Hobgoblins on how to put on their armor is to be punished. The Hobgoblin responsible for tying together Nuled Indush's shoe laces while helping him gear up for the match is to be executed. I am certain there has been some Dark Elfen foul play in this. We will train blocking extensively this next week." While the Chaos Dwarves were quite happy about that announcement, the hobgoblins quietly exchanged glances and hang their heads even lower.

That being said the whole team left the team cabin, following Yak Mathúl, except for Magrab Rolfish who, still sitting on the floor, was sadly looking at some yellow parts of what once had been a rubber skull. The moment the first of many tears ran down the trolls cheek, something squeaked deep down inside his belly.
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