Such blatant disrepsect, though perhaps not unwarranted (a revision to my earlier post).

At this, anger flooded his mind and Beranhond looked straight back into the eyes at the pathetic halfling He sneered and rose to his full height towering over the halfling and the table. Beranhond did nothing to this callous jerk, but he did not like his attitude since they all first met.
"No, what I did not like was your arrogant tone in talking down to me when all I was doing was agreeing with you. I am sorry that you are so insipid and so unintelligent as to misunderstand what I was saying. I am also sorry that you took that as arrogance or deceit, but that was not my intent." His rage filled voice filled the room. "I do not know what your problem is halfling, but I have no problem with you, nor have I shown you any signs of disrespect. A civil tone is much more preferred to the snivling, hatefilled speech of an uncouth, and uneducated sloth. If you keep insulting me then we shall have problems. But as of now, I have done nothing to you and you have shown every act of disrespect, to such an end that you shame your whole species. As for felines, my cat has already shown more manners and upbringing than you have shown anyone in this room. If you persist I will have nothing more to do with you." He slammed his hand down on the table, visibly angry. "Now, lets get back to the manner at hand and know that when I intend to disrespect you, grumbleplanks, I will. But at all other times I am simply going to respond in an appropriate manner, and a cordial manner." He turned to the rest of the members. "Now, please forgive me, as this creature has raised my ire and that is unforgiveable, I need ask forgiveness." He turned and strode out of the room.


Once in the bathroom he sat in the corner and shook out the last bits of his anger. Beranhond's temper was quick to rise, though fortunately, it didn't all that often. The gall of that halfling to accuse him of arrogance! Overt pride perhaps, but not arrogance! 
"Oh Narath, I have yet to really conquer my anger."  
"No, you haven't, but you are yet young. There are much better times to get angry - don't waste your anger on those who judge without knowing." Her voice coming into his head. "But, I suspect when you look back on it your intent was probably not fully explained in your response and such things can be forgiven. But, my dear prophet, losing your anger with another sentient really isn't as forgivable."

"No. No it is not. I shall try to make amends at some point. That was uncalled for and unnecessary. Such feelings betray me and my goals."

"Perhaps, if you wish. Or you could ignore and let all things be that are."

"Yes. But I do not think that would reflect either of us well." With that her presence faded from his mind and suddenly his emotions came down. He missed her, he missed the towers that were his home in the citadel of Torm, and he missed knowing. Why was he even here?
He lay there for a few minutes, emotions whirling and echoing the emotions of that youth who left his home to seek a glorious future. A future he had now cast aside. 

Entering the room he turned towards Grumbleshanks. "Master Grumbleshanks, I ask your forgiveness for both my behavior earlier, and my response earlier. I suspect that we are both proud people and pride is a vice of which we can ill-afford. After reflecting with Nar... my God, I suspect that original statements did come off as arrogant. But, believe me with all sincerity that no-ills were intended." It was indeed difficult to say, but such things were necessary. 
"As for the rest of you, forgive my outburst. My anger comes infrequently, but strongly, I only hope that next time it comes is when I am at battle, and not amongst noble sentients such as yourself. Forgive my absence." At that he sat calmly sat down, emotions mostly returned to normal. He even managed a smile. Forgiveness is the better part of valor... or something like that.