I don't know if this is common knowledge that just somehow slipped by me, but today when I was walking around in Glod's smithy changing position with him I got the following message:
You change position. (x2)
You change position. Glod doesn't seem to like being pushed around. Glod misses you. Glod misses you. Glod misses you.
A very convinient way to turn him hostile, I say.
Suddenly a stream of acid pours down from the ceiling! The cute dog is horribly mutilated by the acidic fluids! The cute dog dies!