*Kelthet too looks up from his concentration on the snail.* "If you know more about him, it would be appreciated. For now, it is my time. If words fail to convince these creatures, then I will do what I do best." He grins happily, and begins his low keening, ritualistically tracing the space around his body, as the air shimmers and condenses around him (ooc: Armor song). He then focuses on the space between his hands, as the iron in the air seems to coalesce into his massive greatsword, which he swings around casually.
He then reaches in to his witchbag, withdrawing a small piece of lizard skin, which he swallows, and a smudge stick, which he traces around his eyes. As he does both of these, his form seems to both harden and blur to sight (ooc: Dim. Cloak of Darkness, Lesser Beastskin. 20% miss chance for 5 mins, +3 natural AC). He twists his ring of Icehammer, to be sure it is present, and pulls the dagger from the shop around to the front, to be certain it is at hand if needed.
So prepared, he grins even wider, scooping up a glob of mud from the ground. "Let us begin." (OOC: Ready to cast mudball when w/i range).
Final stats: 21 AC, 20% miss chance.