[The last bit the bird says sits in the pit of Darin's stomach. There goes his rationale for stepping in. But still, this wasn't about heroic sacrifice...]

[With an annoyed sigh, Darin konks Hawk on the head with a balled up fist. Enough to sting, but nothing more.]

Is that how you thank the guy that blinded a dragon to save his friend's life?! I don't care how much of a handful you are, getting your dumb ass fricasseed is not the way out.