Bah grumbled when she interupted him. "Elf bitch, at least human men look like men." To be honest, Bah's a little racist. The sound of metal on metal rang through the air and a blade came just outside of his reach, the sword used by one of the men down below. "What?" With one small leap to the other side of the room he snatched the blade out of the air and waved it a bit. "What happened?" Regaining his overlooking position on the banister by turning on his heels, he began to wonder why this blade came to him. In his curiosity, the small man looked down below to witness the last few moments of Mordem's life pass from him, blood sprayed from him and splattered to the floor.

Inside of his head he was a bit worried, the large man had already claimed the life of another? Heavens no, this was not good in the slightest. We've only just got here, and no introductions have been done besides his own. Bah sure hoped that wasn't his host, he was hoping for some sort of reward after all of this. 

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Literally. Bah had grabbed Mordem's sword from the air and waved it a bit. Little heavy around the middle, and there was a tiny chink where it had been struck by them massive hulk of a man's blade. "My, what a fine sword. You down there, big fellow. You don't mind if I keep this sword do you? I mean, it won't matter in the long run, I'm going to kill you and take your sword as well."

Tapping his chin he went to drop the sword to the brute below, muttering a little singsongily. "You can take it, I don't need it." Instead of it dropping how he had intended, it just sort of hovered there in the air. Suspended by some unseen force. "Oh my. You know what? I'm going to keep this."