[Karlach laughs again, loud and cathartic, and it sounds like a way to release pressure more than anything.]

If Zariel's gone to that much trouble, she's working herself up to a fit. Mummy Dearest never did like losing.

[Though Karlach eyes the spear appreciatively, a respectful nod. Her palm and shoulder are still smarting.]

Sheer beauty, right there. Does she have a name?