Khelgar:Ha!You call that an insult,goat-girl?Even the tree-worshipper could scrape up something better than that.
Neeshka:"Goat-girl." I've never heard that one before - stumpy.
Khelgar:Bah.You're not trying.That's a nickname,not an insult,we Ironfists call our own children 'stumpy',you...skinny...bull.
Neeshka:"Skinny bull?"That doesnt even make any sense.Go back to you drinking,moss-breath,at least you're good at that.
don't you two ever stop.
Neeshka:"Amateurs?"Why the spoiled princess thinks she's better than us,khelgar.
Khelgar:A bold claim from an Academy dropout,seems to me.
Qara:You two wouldn't know an insult if it walked up and bit you.
Neeshka:Well then,why don't you show us how it's done,firehair?
Qara:Fairhair - imaginative and biting,with just the slightesr hint of wit.Is that really the best your demon blood can squeeze out,tail for brains?
Neeshka:My brains are not in my tail.
Qara:So,what,are they next to it?If so,might want to loosen the back of your pants a notch ,because even with the hole,they're obviously not getting enought air.
Neeshka:Okay,explain that one to me.
Khelgar:Well,she said your brains are next to your tail...which would imply that your brains are in your rear end.and that you breathe through your...
Neeshka:Okay,okay,I get it,all right?Little witch.
Khelgar:Don't take it so hard.I had to explain it,which means the insult's a failure.But a tankard for effort,you "highness" -by my reckoning,the Flagon's never had a finer table-cleaning gobiln-wench.
Qara:What ,since your mother lost her job?
Khelgar:Eh?Now don't be bringing my mother into this.You'd best be careful,you simpering little father's girl,or you'll learn a thing or two about Ironfist honor and manhood.
Qara:Oh ,you mean the two smallest things in all of Faerun?From what I hear,no woman could learn about Ironfist manhood from you Khelgar.
Khelgar:Wh-what?I'll have you know plenty of woman know about Ironfist manhood!Plenty!They just all live up...around Waterdeep..or they'd tell you!
Khelgar:Calm down?I won't take those words from some twig of a girl who doesn't know enough to choose the right tavern to fight in!
Qara:At least I learned my lesson from my tavern brawl,you fat-bellied little knee-high.Now of you're done matching wits with me and coming up short,why don't you trundle back to your highhair,and drink up you honor until it comes out the other end?Maybe later on ,I'll come by to put you in your cradle.
Neeshka:Hmmm.Wow - "fat-bellied little knee high." That's good.
Khelgar:Shut up,tail for brains.Ha! And here I thought mages had nothing to offer the world.Ducan,another round.
Ducan:Get your drink yourself dwarf,seeing as how you haven't paid for a single drop your entire stay here .
Khelgar:Been wondering when you'd give in and grant me free regin over your kegs.Anyone else want anything.
Ducan:Some dwarves should never be allowed to walk the surface...little freeloaders...