Sometimes Hegel is like a capricious child.
Duncan had just gone out to explore the map and gather intelligence. When he returned, he found Hegel betting on arm wrestling with someone. After winning, the other party was not satisfied, leading to a brawl. Initially not a big deal, but he smashed the dwarf market, and everyone was disarmed and detained by the dwarf guardians.
"I can't believe you're leaving me to clean up this mess."
Duncan took the spoils of the group and went to the innkeeper to pay a hefty fine, finally rescuing these seven simple-minded barbarians.
The brawl damaged things to the point they almost worked for nothing. If it weren't for the gold they got from the ogre's nest, they would be bankrupt.
"Thank you! Brother!"
Under the gaze of a burly dwarf with bronze skin, Hegel's group was released. Hegel looked at Duncan before him with a slightly sheepish expression, his tone a bit lower, and whispered, "Is there any more money?"
