Larksong Grotto my pride

skorpa's words do not cement. he is far too riled with other more pressing matters to let this urchin seek his way beneath his skin. but he does grit his teeth, dropping his crimson gaze across the man in a slow, creeping glance.
it is one of pity. and he resists the urge to spit at his feet.
his step is met with one of blackfell's own. there is no respect for him any longer. his threat to fight against them one that does not find purchase, instead, he scoffs.
he believes this man's wife to have a far better head than he, and so he says:
segðu konu þinni að við séum komin. að við viljum tala við hana. við munum bíða á sléttunum.
and if skorpa did not respect even this most simple of request, blackfell would see fit to audience with the woman himself. by going through the man.
when faust moves to leave, so does the warbringer.