The ceasefire washed over the situation, bring an uneasy peace with it as both sides seemed to just stare each other down. It seemed that no matter what the fight would start up again and Garnesh wanted to be ready for just the occasion. The dragonborn eyed the three beings, the wolf and the two drakes, keeping his axe ready to strike should they even remotely try anything suspicious. The barbarian would not allow them to kill any of his allies, he would be sure of that. Then, a thought occurred to him as he looked over his enemies. [color=gray]“Can I have my javelins back?,”[/color] he questioned, seeing as how his weapons protruded from the hide of the beasts.

For him, it was a legitimate question as he simply did not wish to lose what were clearly his and not theirs. He had ignored what the jester had done, being used to her abilities and the likes. Though, Garnesh still did listen, though one line about feeling virgin men did catch his attention with a more than confused look. The barbarian shook off the confusion and refocused on the task at hand, needing to get his javelins back and he knew of one way to get them back, killing the beasts. Granted, it was break the ceasefire, but he wanted what was his back since they were his and he like his stuff because they reminded him of himself. 

The barbarian’s ego was showing.