Kel just grinned at the list of his crimes, but at the theft of a feather he put on his best smirk it was... kind of evil? maybe? and reached up to smooth back his eternally wind-ruffled hair. "Tis your own fault for leaving it lying around. Finders keepers, you flea-bitten featherduster!" He tried to make his own voice sound poetic and regal, adding a lilt that he'd heard from passing noblemen he'd guided in their plush carriages and well-guarded caravans.
If Rance wanted to attack the stick, that was fine by Kel. He grinned wolfishly and whipped the 'sword' out of the way of the attack, more by luck than skill, then lunged to 'stab' towards Rance's arm with the bendy point of his trusty 'blade' - that would probably be more likely to fold back on itself on impact if it hit than to do the raven any damage. "Is that the best you've got, blackguard?" he taunted in return!
If Rance wanted to attack the stick, that was fine by Kel. He grinned wolfishly and whipped the 'sword' out of the way of the attack, more by luck than skill, then lunged to 'stab' towards Rance's arm with the bendy point of his trusty 'blade' - that would probably be more likely to fold back on itself on impact if it hit than to do the raven any damage. "Is that the best you've got, blackguard?" he taunted in return!
