"He thinks I'm funny," he smirks to Jory, all teeth. Somehow his eyes are even sharper.

"Heth and Jory. I'll remember that." Pauses.

"Mmmm, men like you can't just be prison guards, right? No, of course not, you're soldiers. Where'd the Briarwoods put you, ehn? With the first group that ol' Byron let in after he made Warrick kill Weisner, or were you busy running around the upper half of the castle? Maybe taking out Addisleigh and his command in the barracks?" A talon hooks into a seam in Heth's armor. "Which, what a perfectly coordinated assault, I must say. Between that and the undead giants roaming around outside..."