Gathering his wits swiftly after being seconded on his opinion, by none other than the tattooed Slayer-Engineer himself, Listec allowed the not-so-subtle jibes of the second Dwarf to wash over him as water over rocks; he still reckoned that this 'Brokk', a ranger by trade if he were to be believed, was full of manure when it came to the body of his experiences - even letting out a small snort as he went on again about how be had tricked Beastmen to Asrai. 

Only when the Ranger started speaking of the Lizardmen, and their entire reason for boarding the ill-built Human vessel, did his face resume an expression of grim stoicism.

Languidly, like liquid flowing over the side, did he rest himself against the rail, raising his voice loud enough to be heard by the group but no louder, "it is said that the mage-priests of the Lizardmen...the Slann...can perform magic greater than the most learned Elven mage," no doubt the Dwarfs would laugh at this - at least until they came face to face with either mage in person - but he continued after turning back to face them all, "in Lustria they claim there to be insects so large that they can drain a man dry of his blood in moments, immense scaled creatures the size of buildings, and cognisant plants that use scents to lure others into traps from whence they do not escape."

Running a smooth and slender finger over his pointed chin, the Elf took a deep breath, raising his shoulders and lowering them in an oddly Mannish gesture for one of his race, "I ask you all," he questioned with a smile, a 'smile' that simply made him seem more chilling and deranged, "where is the problem?"


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