"Unicorns? What the hell? Luka? Fanfine?" called the dwarf, stunned at seeing three unicorns in the stables. The unicorn had been the elven ranger Fanfine's totem animal, not that Khatrah gave much of a damn. Losing the wizard, though was going to be a serious problem, and once the unicorns scattered on his arrival there didn't seem to be a sign of either one. And they had already lost Henric here, so time to have a little chat with the proprietor. Khatrah hefted his axe.
Robin was slightly freaked at seeing an angry-looking dwarf approach him. Wasn't the kid supposed to take care of this? OK, I need another blonde barmaid with big tits, and I guess axe-boy here will fill the slot. That will just leave the rogue, and I should be able to take him myself.
Robin cast the spell, and saw in front of him not a well-endowed human barmaid, but a very male, very angry, very dwarfy dwarf. "You thought you could use transformation magic on a dwarf?" Khatrah roared. "You think the children of stone are flighty elves or malleable humans? By Saint Gimli, by Saint Gotrek, every dwarf that was ever born will die a dwarf!"
The rogue had come up behind Khatrah. "The right is his spell-casting hand." he drawled. "Cut it off and we should be fine."
"Eep. Eep." said Robin. "I, I, I please don't cut off my hand. I'll tell you everything that happened!"
"Well" said the rogue "I suppose just taking a finger would be as effective."
Ten minutes later, Robin's hand was bundled in a blood-soaked rag, and his spell-casting days were done, until he could get a healer to regrow the finger or learn to use his left.
"Unicorns?" he whimpered. "I didn't think the kid could do that!"
"Before we get to that" said the rogue. "Let's start with Henric."