Finally, something Krom could make sense of with all the comings and goings of a group he had thought as ready for the road as he himself. Of Neriah, he found himself suspicious, but then with only a scant few exceptions, he had troubles trusting any spell-casters,enchanted items, about the only magic he's ever trusted. So the Fey'ri woman was watched with wary caution, but then came the children, and to Dante's pointed question, he shrugs, "I do not know, I have never heard of leadership of a tribe challenged by one from a wholly other tribe, and not even the same race for that matter. The laws of many tribes are vague on such points, mine is no different, a challenger must be of the Chieftain's bloodline, or have accomplished a deed proving their incredible prowess, before they are considered worthy of making the challenge. Not that I can imagine it would go over very well. A little furless, hornless man who prays to a different god? No, not well at all."
And then there comes the matter of Alasse, whom he gives a grin and chuckle, "Well now that depends, are you asking if I can best him in a fight, or if I am the stronger? Strength is more easily tested, and proven, without shedding of blood." He catches the look from Duhath, and adds, just to poke fun at him, "That is if he's not afraid of a little arm wrestling, with a minotaur? Or do paladins not have time to learn about tavern games, what with all that prayin' and sobriety?"
Red Dragon: See how the elf writhes as it burns, Little Naien?
Young Naien: Oooooh! So beautiful, can I burn one?! PLEASSSSE?!