Choice 4. Pick a fight with the centaurs?

More interested in venting his anger, he tromped away, back stiff as a pole, and searched the column, the centaurs he was looking for not hard to find as they stood there grouped together at the edge of the woods. Bodies armored in bronze breastplates, helms and wristguards, they listened to a lean well-built warrior with a chiseled face carved from stone, long dark hair, and sharp grey eyes.

Lips twisted into a sneer at the puffed-up pukedrinkers, he waltzed over towards them, an arrogant smile on his face as he wondered what he was doing, before he said, "I thought I could smell horse dung in the air, and what do you know, here you are."

Eyes flashing with murder, Gregor grinned around at their scowling faces. "why so glum, horse breath? I thought you guys were used to sniffing your own arses."

A small smile plastered on parched lips, the troop leader, stared at Gregor with a twinkle in his grey eyes as he rumbled, "there is a saying among my people, soft feet, even softer heads. Best you rest those legs of yours, before you grow a blister."

Hooves kicked into the dirt in amusement as warriors chuckled and slapped each other on the back, Gregor tried hard not to tear out their throats,

(Insult their ancestors.)

before he replied, "at least my kind, do not lay down with horses like your ancestors."

Grey eyes turned to frost, the leader advanced upon Gregor, his body tensed with fury, and held his spear up to stop the centaurs that shot him looks of death. "You have gone too far, human. Leave now, before I forget myself."

Hooves dug into the surface as centaurs tested spears and prepared to charge, Gregor decided he had done enough, and walked away. Not that he was scared, only cautious.

Move onto the next Scenario.

(Call them a bunch of mudeaters.)

before he replied, "at least we aren't a bunch of mudeaters."

Chuckles turned into howls of delight, the leader stamped his hoof in approval, "true, we enjoy the delicacies of the soil, but I fear you are mistaken. For it is humans that enjoy the taste of dirt, why else would you craft homes from her?"

Quips parried back and forth until he wasn't sure why he was there in the first place, he eventually cracked a smile, joined them for a drink, and walked away feeling lighter on his feet.

+1 Morale.

Move onto the next Scenario.

(Call them cowardly colt.)

before he replied, "at least I'm no cowardly colt who runs at the first sign of danger."

Grey eyes filled with mirth, the leader smiled back. "No, but then our bowels do not turn to water before each battle." A response that brought out more gales of laughter with Gregor snarling a curse.

Quips parried back and forth until he wasn't sure why he was there in the first place, he eventually cracked a smile, joined them for a drink, and walked away feeling lighter on his feet.

Move onto the next Scenario.