Chuckles, "Indeed, unfortunately one can not always throw far enough.", more soberly, "Also one needs good protection for those that dare to come too close."
takes care not to give away the tragedy that has just occurred knowing he will have enough issue to persuade any to follow a second time.
"Sometimes it is better that way." pauses then adds, "Keep yer eye out then if'n we can can get enough the elders are looking to clean up the Death's Mouth den."
"Men of steel not those other types, flipping arms about but can't do not real harm to a fly."
Grunts and slugs back the last of the ale and think that Sophia deserve not to be alone.
Scanning the room he sees none who catch his eye and decides to have a sit.
"Been on me fee long enough today times to take a seat."
He wanders to a back table with two fresh ales and sits with his back to the wall and props his feet on a nearby chair.