Orson swung Veijander like a club, using him to shield himself from the barrage of rotten eggs while simultaneously knocking down a group of Grey Dwarves.
Then, without hesitation, he tossed Veijander straight into the mob, sending dwarves tumbling over each other like dominoes.
"You bastard! My black ale cost me five silver, and now it's all over the ground!"
"Veijander, I swear on my beard, this is a blood feud! You're a disgrace to beer-drinking dwarves everywhere!"
"For Grandmaster Willy! For the Ashen King! Beat this traitor to death!"
Dozens of Grey Dwarves tackled Veijander, pinning him down and beating the life out of him.
Orson simply stepped back to enjoy the show.
"You little shits! A bunch of brainless morons!"
Veijander struggled to stand, managing to knock out one dwarf before getting overwhelmed again and buried under another wave of punches.