As Tyranthius turns away from him, Cord grabs the elf by the shoulder and spins him back around, growling in deadly earnest, "Rulin'' the roost", eh? Takin' a "cheap shot", y'say? he starts, jabbing a blunt finger into the elf's chest to punctuate each quote, Fer one what's so exhausted from a bit o' walkin', I be thinkin' ye ought not be so quick ter threaten folks wit' tha' metal twig o' yers. I gots a beef wit' Olo, fer sure, on account o' it appears that there was no real need ter split us up, but that'll blow o'er, more like than not. An' rest assured, I gots no desire ter captain this motley crew. Ho'e'er, if'n ye gots a problem wit' me pushin' the two o' ye so's that we rejoin this lot the quicker, ye shoulda said summat earlier, or kept yer cakehole shut. The now, if'n it's a tussle yer lookin fer, I'm fresh as a daisy, Buttercup, so we kin see whether ye're good fer anythin' but beakin' an' insultin' folk, or we kin leave well enough alone an' chalk this up ter frayed tempers an' the end o' a long day. Yer call. he finishes as he settles into a relaxed stance able to respond to anything the sharp-tongued elf might do.