The scrawny manling butler tried to calm him down, but it would have taken more than that to calm Sketti. That is, until the tension was broken with the Halfling striding in casually, straight past Sketti's vision and making his way over to the food. Ah, the food. Smelled good, it did. He was surprised he'd not noticed it beforehand. Still, what in Grungni's name was a moot boy doing here? 

Walking in behind the Halfling was that lass he must have heard moments ago. She sashayed her way towards the table and sat down, grabbing an apple to eat. He almost laughed, though not out of any sort of mocking. He hadn't met many manling women who had the sack to make their living fighting. This one might be twiggy and strut around like a peacock, but hey, might make for an interesting mix with these other... 

He glared at the greenskins again. He supposed he could...not kill them...yet. It irked him beyond belief, and he was the tolerant one of his race! Grumbling, he sheathed his axe and stomped over to the table, deciding to just pretend the grobi weren't there. "Oi lass." he said, plopping his fat rump and stout body onto the chair next to her. He rubbed his meaty hands together, and then decided to dig in, grabbing two large chicken drumsticks and chomping into one, tearing the skin and meat off. 

As he chomped, one could argue there was some bone crunching in his mouth as well. He took a swig of ale, and belched loudly. "Pardon me" he said, dabbing his mouth with his beard. "So! Is the manling lordling going tae show up or are we wasting our time here?" he asked loudly, then leaned over to Biancca and did his best to whisper, though it was still fairly audible, only a bit raspy. "[i]I hear he's a looney[/i]."