If this greenskin was begging for his life, he was doing a right shoddy job of it. Still, Sketti got the jist of what the creature was spewing out and he cocked the hammer on his pistol. "I'm afraid of no Grobi." he growled. He was just about to put the pistol down and cave in its head with his metal arm, but he grinned, showing his missing and golden teeth. "But there's something about watching a bullet fly through one's head that soothes me heart." 

The Slayer was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a bustle and comotion in the hall. What in Grungni's hammer? A huge Skaeling warrior strode in and hefted his huge Axe. He was a big man for sure. Probably weighed as much as Sketti, himself! The Dwarf slowly put his pistol back in his holster, and put his hand and stump on his stout hips, as if he couldn't believe he 1) had a norsca on his side, and 2) the bastard called him a half man. "I'm no Half man ye blasted Chaos spawn!" he roared, shaking his metal appendage. "Ye want a piece of me or-...by Valya's tits..." 

The cogs in his mind turned, and suddenly he realized what they were all doing here. Not even a manling lord would hire these two, and have the gall to not warn a Dwarf about it! "Did you two happen to get here for this manling's call for sellswords, by any chance?" he asked them slowly, eyes still showing a wild edge about them. As if as soon as they said no, he'd punch the Skaeling in the testicles and bash the Hobgoblin's brains in.