The Dwarf chuckled a little at the word of the elf. Being a Dwarf he didn't worry about magics nearly as much as anyone else would. Beastmen had tried to use their spells on him and their chaotic blades but it was little more than the physical alternative. Still, only a wazzock would underestimate an enemy. "The problem is that I'm much too restless! I want to give 'em a gobful right about now!" He said, hoping for at least a nod of approval from the Slayer and others present who used their head as a weapon as often as they used it for fighting. With an exaggerated hop he stood upright, mimicking the elf's touching of the chin except with his beard for he had a bit of trouble finding his chin in there. "Magic's a fickle thing, a lot of the time a bugger tries to do it they blows up, especially when us Dawi are nearby. It's why we mastered Rune-craft, not yer silly staff pointing. What I'd say we have to worry about is the magics akin to those used by the Vampires and other dark buggers, them being good for stalking and all." Brokk did not know the names of the lores, and while he vaguely knew of magic and it's separation into higher and lesser ones, he also knew that the more powerful users of it could do whatever the hell they wanted with it.  

Satisfied he turned to Baltazar, wondering if the umgi had anything in common with the Gelt bugger. He was not sure whether it was a first or last name, human names were so odd to him. He plucked a few black and white hairs from his head, preferring the greys as he thought. "I've been to the Southlands twice, once as a Ranger and once as a Longbeard. The first time it was to chase some forest Grobi, the second to settle a Grudge against some treasure seekers from Hochland." With that he stroked his beard once more, this time a little more seriously. "They've changed a lot over their time on that continent, so I reckons they'll be different by a lot from the ones I dealt with. Still, close enough. The closest comparison for how they are is like this. An urk, with skin as tough as bark, the deviousness of a goblin or ratman, the ability to hide like a wutelgi, the screeches of the beast-kin, and a drakk-face that can bite yer throat out with nay a problem. There's all kinds o' 'em of course. There's the great big ones what are like slower dragons with nay wings but a hide so thick a bullet might not even get past. There's ones that look like innocent hawks from below, but are vicious scaly things that'll bite out yer throat from above, and they have riders too. Ye should always check yerself for darts I'll say that. They dip them in all sorts of muck to make ya not feel them, so you do not know the much worse stuff in one that you need to get out. Only I reckon you and the elgi do not have the strength of mind and body to fight it anyway, which is a wee shame." he considered adding the two Bretonnians to the list of the weak but if they were the "Grail Knights" they were much more than just humans. Besides, even then they tended to still be better than your usual man of the Reik. 

He went to lean against the mast again, giving his neck the odd scratch. "Course it all depends where we land. I heard there's a coast of Vampires and their slaves in the New World. We might even land in the place full of nuddy umgi with their big screams and be-spiked clubs." he said, now wishing he read the books on the world he'd seen around a bit better.