Glyph vanishes out of sight behind the tent before the guard can loose his crossbow bolt. As the tiny cat-familiar makes its escape, it overhears the guard calling to his hobgoblin comrade in a joking, perhaps slightly mocking, tone, "Guess you'll miss out on that extra meat after all."

"Mi no talkin' 'bou' magic, mi no care 'bou' magic," the blacktalon responds to Senna's additional provocation. He remains unconvinced, and those around him yell in agreement. "Bloodin's 'bou' fists an' feet. Mi coul shiv ya in sleep if mi wan you dead." He punches his fists together for emphasis. "Yo no raise fists mi blood yo anyway. Fo' mi brothers. Jus' mi and yo scales."