Laughter burst forth once again from the shaman.

"Bahahahahahahahahaha, then let's hope I can keep you angry! Politeness has its place, and it's not on a battlefield! Mannerisms don't matter if you're dead. Hmmm, maybe you've never really had a strong group of friends or companions. I've had both and insults and banter are what such groups do. You can choose not to listen to your elders, and be more the fool for it, but when it burns you I will remind you of my warning."

Mordus turns to Luc now, but his eyes crackle with power then turn black, "Many a young fool has thought me weak, guess where they are now. Age matters not to those like I." his eyes then return to their normal shade and he wanders off toward the less...confused men of the group.

(OOC: Oh he's not going to reveal anything, that was actually just a friendly warning that enemies might not be so tight-lipped)