Joke's on him, because Ferroc has given up on bluffing when he was forced to give up his warband.

"Of course I don't want you to do it!" Why would you be able to do it? "What are you, exactly?"

He takes a few slow steps backward as he talks, claws already reaching for a weapon. Was he tricked? Was the human planning to feed him to dragonspawn? Well, he would not go down quietly. Not this time.

He wants to leave, like, really badly. But he's still charr; and part of him insists that it would be a much worse decision to turn his back on the enemy.