"Geez, anymore like that and I think a mob of jesters will be out for your blood friend," Oryx replied as he moved back to Cewri.

"The Mountain" himself was just as big as he remembered, along with his over-sized blade. He could make a jest towards the not so subtle over-compensating nature of Cewri's sword, but at the same time he also enjoyed not being turning to dust from a single punch. He remembered one battle during there early days were the big bastard had found the biggest Undead beast The Necromancer could raise and beat it to a powdery pulp. The living army behind them cowered in their armor-plating for days.

"You my friend, are the envy of my people," the skeleton joked as he shook his old friend's hand. "Seriously, I met a guy outside of a village near Phyfneer, and I swear the crazy bastard would of skinned you like a bear and wore you by the way he spoke. Damn crazy. Sorry, more ramblings. How are you half-giant? Conquer a demon or a thirty wench lately?"