On hearing the voice behind him, Bryan whirls around putting on his best war face. This soon turns into a rather apologetic smile as he notices the object of his aggression is the small Gnome merchant who had mysteriously appeared with not even a fez in sight...
Somewhat confused at the apparent reference to one of the Barbarian tribes of his native Araby, Bryan asks
"What's that old man, Berbers - three of them? Where?!"
Slightly taken aback by the Gnome's withering stare and realising he may have inadvertently mocked the small chap's speech impediment, Bryan attempts to smooth things over,
"...erm got any beards...?"
"Ber, ber, ber, ber..."
"Nevermind. How much is this?"
Bryan reaches into the sack and holds up what looks to be some kind of monkey's foot charm - only with the rest of the monkey still attached.
"Gur, gur, gur, Grunfille - what are you doing with me sack?" cries the Gnome and his diminutive assistant scampers off out of Bryan's grasp, muttering some kind of lewd comment about his master's sack and a certain lady Gnome Apothecary.
The Gnome soon perks up however when Bryan resumes trading and resolutely refuses to haggle...
Eventually Bryan steps forward to present a faintly ridiculous figure weighed down by a veritable armoury of equipment hanging from various lanyards and belts about his slight frame.
Despite the comforting weight of his new weapons clattering about him, Bryan still nearly jumps out of his skin as the portcullis slams behind his new challenger - a strangely beardless Dwarf clutching what must surely be an oversized hammer for the poor little chap.