Imagine that.

Wot?! - Ogre

Counsel 2mrrow. - Berin

Really?
Well. U can't seriously believe I intend to go hang out with those Faeries now do u?
Creepy sombitches always touchin' n huggin'. Tain't healthy.
I hain't let anyone hug me in years.
Don't want their germs.
The way they r now they just climb all over u whether they knows u r not. Bloody strangers... - O

U exaggerate our customs. - B

Oh? So u DON'T do the touchy-feel-y thing? - O

I said. U. Exaggerate. - B

Well. No matter. I won't b crossin' the Hedge for the likes a dem any time soon. - O

Really. So ur just gonna go head in the sand on this one? - B

No. But wot u think the Fae can tell me about a product the Stick Bitch says is a figment a me own making? If is my imagination wot makes 'em Walkers it shouldn't b too hard to jist imagine them away now, should it?! - O

Y u so afraid to deal with ur sponsors, eh?! My understanding is ur contract is conditionally reversible.
Just sayin. This could get there.
That Counsel is actually convening on this puts it in that league.
N u really don't want us up in ur business without ur say so, aye?! - B

Ha!! U trying to scare me Small Fry?! Well u don't know shit! About me or my dealings with the Fae.
Jist look at u. There's so many damn strains a u buggers. N ur all so divisive with ur secrets n ur snobbery. Frickin incestuous bunch. Cross breeding over ur own sacred boundaries that only ur ancient genealogists can track. Then hush hush it all up n leave me to deal with ur sheite. Well. All things considered, I think it's about time u pretty freaks dealt with some a mine. U can tell ur Counsel that! - O