Tars does not surround himself with fools. The tackled warrior starts to go for a blade until he saw the look on Edgar's face. In a heartbeat, there's a gap forming around the human and the thoatling.

Nitwit pushes its way to its feet and shoves its face into Edgar's hip, grumbling under its breath. I thought you'd left me! I thought you were gone!

Tabras stepped through the crowd. "Your thoat -- she thinks she should be here with us, celebrating your victory. What say you, Sark-Iljat?"