"Well, little man, at least I'm smart enough not to be needing one anywhere soon, unlike that friend of yours, if he ever makes such a remark again." Derk unsheats one of his swords a little while saying that. "And to answer the lady, I need to kill what I will be saving later. Why don't you try to figure that one out, little man?"
The Dwarf is too drunk to even notice what's going on. For those who are still paying attention, he describes a dark fight against some sturdy subterren creature he calls an umber hulk, which they met in the caves on the way to the dragon's lair. His comrades are more alert, as are the elves. Most of them checked if their own weapons are ready to be used. The elves briefly talk to each other, while the group with the dwarf signals each other with their hands. Both maids make sure they stay away from Derk. Guntrop keeps an eye open at the man. The barkeep seems to be ignoring him.