I have felled others who thought they were cunning! [Outside, huh? Garrosh's teeth grit. He's got no intention to obey the offhand suggestion of a human in a bar, but the second voice does allow him to reign in his fury. Honor. What honor is there in a pitched battle in a tavern of all places? He swings Gorehowl once more, to mount the ax on his shoulders, and then looks straight at something on the wall - the dartboard. He's pretty sure the "god" over there is an illusion too, so...]

If you aren't a coward, we'll take this outside and you'll die. Otherwise, be silent.