START A FIGHT!
"How dare you!" you exclaim, slamming your fist into the nearest dwarf's face. The adrenaline in your blood keeps you from noticing the pickax in the smallest dwarf's coat pocket, and before you know it, it's wedged in your skull.
As you fall to the grimy floor, you see Octavia run out the door followed by seven grumpy dwarves.
As you fall to the grimy floor, you see Octavia run out the door followed by seven grumpy dwarves.