That thump. The unmistakable sound of a challenge. If Harrowheart's mind had been occupied by anything else before, now he thinks only of battle. He wastes no time in shoving past anyone in his way to take a seat across from Ushug. Just as she had, he slams his elbow onto the table, and he wastes no time taking her hand in his.

Harrowheart locks eyes with Ushug, stern as can be for the length of a few breaths... And then he smiles.

"Show me what you got, greenskin."