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“Who do you think you are, woman?” roared Durin the fourth, the anger and furry expected of a Dwarf being wronged seething forth.
“Who do I think I am?” Disa said, placing her hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are, acting like a man and yelling at me?”
“Who do I think I am?” Durin continued. “I am no Man, woman, but a Dwarf, and whether we be woman-folk or not are quite capable of voicing our own voices, yet you woman presume to speak for me, to tell me that my time will eventually come as if I need a woman to be Dwarf enough? How dare you!”
“How dare you try and put a woman in her place!” Disa roared back.
“Your place is most certainly not in patronizing your own husband!” he roared back. “So, if you don’t mind, I am going to my forge, and don’t you dare follow me there!”
And he left Disa fuming, feeling she was in the right.