
Berrod had been ready to retreat at Crofte's disgust (he didn't know what he'd done wrong, but clearly something had gone ill), when the other Highlander's words graced his ear. Lose? The immediate, violent urges were quelled only by present company.
Doing his best to mitigate the visible twitch of his brow, he turned his neck toward the Highlander and forced a creaky smile. "Yeah, Berrod..." He confirmed. Zero mention was made of his Grindstone loss. "I seen you about too, but I don't think I caught yer name. Though it looks like lil' P'azih over here knows ya..."
Doing his best to mitigate the visible twitch of his brow, he turned his neck toward the Highlander and forced a creaky smile. "Yeah, Berrod..." He confirmed. Zero mention was made of his Grindstone loss. "I seen you about too, but I don't think I caught yer name. Though it looks like lil' P'azih over here knows ya..."