Dank Air

Garand sighed softly as the pain began to melt away, replaced by a gentle numbness. Unlike his own spell, the Elf's seemed more concentrated and practiced, only numbing his leg rather than the entirety of his body, and it didn't reduce him into a disoriented mess. He still wasn't healed, and despite the friendliness this one had shown him, he was in unfamiliar territory, vulnerable, and surrounded by people he knew nothing about. He could have introduced himself or explained how he had ended up down here, but he figured that in his state, making sure to be polite in such a regard was the very least of his concerns.

He had noticed the Dwarf's offhand threat, however even after spotting g the much more noticeable hammer that he had refered to previously, Garand was unfazed. Instead, he stared Radis dead in his eyes, Garand's own piercing and unblinking, "Why do you dwell here, in this dark, dank place?" He was aware that Dwarves usually dwelled in dark, dank places, however he was referring to the entire group rather than just the singular Dwarf. Even though he refused to show fear to these people, he still figured he'd better take this a safely as possible. He kicked his stiletto over to the group, before looking up once more at Radis.

"In my current state, I am unable to act in much of a violent manner."

Still he stared down the Dwarf, or, up? He was almost at eye level, but still he had to crane his neck at just the slightest angle to achieve the straight-in-the-eye effect he was going for.