[@Hawlin]
"And I'd hold y'to it! If the aim can be a warlock, then my steel comes in tow!"
"Oh yeah! Here we come, Warlock!"
"Hell with these aristocrats' game, but I will not suffer service to a tyrant of any form!"
"Preach it!"
"I better love it or I'll have you wearing your tongue as a neck-tie!"
"You said it, girl!"

Kaite's smile faded as she closed the distance between her and the orc. "I mean it. If you've lied to me, I will gut you first."
Gorman nodded solemnly. "You may wear my tongue as a neck-tie if I lie. Speaking of which, get a load of this: the string in my necklace is made from an orc's small intestine, dried to the texture of jerky. And one of these teeth on it- this one here, I think, I pulled from an orc [i]before[/i] I killed him. Ho man, he was so mad. I can't wait until you get a necklace of your own. Do your kind make trophies of any sort?"