"Tarry," Korvaun told Taeros firmly. "Beldar and his allies will tend to business below. Our task is to hold the portal if the fight goes badly, and keep the foe from gaining the hall."
"The roof is falling! The ROOF! Get out of the hall!"
"How the tluin d'you expect me to do that? The tluining doors are jammed! Just look at those splinters!"
"Go 'tother way, you fool! Up through there, into the feasting hall! Haven't you ever been here before?"
"No, Lord Anteos, I've not! Unlike some, I try to remain faithful to my wife!"
"Oh? So who's this on your arm, then, Brokengulf? Your long-lost daughter? In that dress? Ah, nice brighthelms, by the way, lass!"
The highcoin-lass in question had never much liked the blustering Lord Anteos or his glowerings of open disdain as he bruisingly handled her or her fellow lasses on his frequent visits to the Silks, so she contented herself with replying, "Why, thank you, discerning Lord!" as she plucked his ornate codpiece aside and lifted her leg in a whole-hearted kick up into the region thus revealed.