The dwarf's face paled and he quickly seemed to find a direction that put distance between him and this weird elf to be very favorable. They were still walking together, of course, but suddenly there were several feet between them. Like the elf was just going to suddenly jump him and try chopping things off.

"If you try chopping bits off I'm gonna have to introduce your face to my axe. You just stay on over there, elf."

Well, he wouldn't be going to him for herbs. That was for sure.

"By the tits of my ancestors. Amputate he says. You'd think we were talking about having breakfast," he grumbled, mostly to himself.