Jayce hears more than sees Lazar's mastication. Despite his nausea, the fact tickles a humorless huff of a laugh out of him. "Oh yeah?" He spits out bile, begs his stomach not to lurch again. "Guess anything's appealing in a shit hole like this."

This might be the crudest thing Jayce has ever spoken aloud. Battle, wounds, death, and peeling his mace from the flesh of human and disgusting creatures alike has an acidifying effect over time. Especially in an environment as hostile as the Anderfels.