"No, I don't think I have attracted that kind of attention yet, although people have told me that my mouth will get me killed one day. That said it would probably be by a dragon, or on the orders of one, so would probably be a more public death than a nightblade usually arranges."
Beeber threw some coins on the bar for his drink and lifted his tankard.
"I'll give you an example." He stood and raised the tankard high and, in a loud voice, proclaimed "A pox on dragonkind; may their scales rot and fall off and may the fire in their belly's burn out their black hearts!"
Then he smiled a sad smile and said "See what I mean? Now is there a back door to this place I wonder?"