Dagur scoffs dryly, expelling air through his prominent tusks. He stops, too, to turn and face the elf. A hardy creature, he's visibly less affected by the miasma than some might be.

"I known people to do stupider," he replies with all the social grace of a dire porcupine,"I seen him eye-ballin' Nita here. You keep him in check, we won't have no problems."