[@Doc Doctor]

Rum? Incredibly tempting. Dartega was absolutely caught off guard by the figure's response, although he didn't show it. For a few brief moments, he actually thought about taking up Zande's offer. To share a simple moment of peace, drinking and eating by a fire. He might even be able to learn a thing or two about his enemy, as well. He seemed like a friendly enough character, a decent human being.

It didn't matter though. Dartega was there for one reason, and that was to kill. He was even disappointed in himself for the brief moment of hesitation. [color=red] "Shut the f*ck up, you goddamn clown. Draw your weapons!" [/color] He shouted, pulling Bozar from it's sheath and pointing it at his target. He wanted a fair battle, man versus man, grit versus grit. That was simply his style, and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

[color=red]"I'm cutting your head off and taking it with me."[/color] He continued, in case his purpose wasn't clear enough yet.