Kharn barks in laughter. "Finally! A challenge! I'll have you know, I bested Abarithax in battle, and I've only grown stronger, since!" He leans his head back, then exhales, a wave of cold washing over Draiss, before quickly striking with the pick again, aiming for where he knows there's a soft spot in a dragon's scales.<br/><br/>(A minor breath weapon, only 3d6, but cold.)