A challenge.. from a woman? No Name says absently. Obviously he had no ill-intent, but the way it came across would normally receive him a weighty crack to the head, followed by an even heavier crack to their head. Seeing the reaction he got, Nassar decided it was best to clarify,
Maybe you are not such a coward after all, Fartouched Arrow-Slinger.
Listening in on the rest of the conversation and taking a seat near the fiery haired woman, No Name was intrigued. One of the men could not hold his thoughts in his head, he would always speak the truth; the bare-foot woman, although physically impressive, looked under-armed; the red-haired Arrow-Slinger seemed to be filled with enough gusto, though she could not stop calling upon the nine hells every other sentence; the quick-witted quiet man who had insulted the 'free-thinking' individual from before; and the long-bearded dwarf with his face turned into a scowl. The latter spoke to the barbarian with disgust, which No Name was used to,
Would you like to find out, dwarf? I never knew those with such height had noses turned in the air as high as any elf.