He looked towards the gnome. "Do you know what would end your being?" He gestured both daggers across his scaled throat. "I wonder how you've been able to survive, quarterling." He quickly turned his head, rearing up, looking towards the pirate. He let out a loud and harsh laugh. "Now this, this...
Tharqa laughed. "Ah, so we've got a fat fire fairy, I see." He paused, noticing the dwarf. "Oh, and we've got a drunken footstool!" He motion towards Yorbrick. He went back to the gnome. "Using these fancy words doesn't sway me, ankle biter."