"The mossst sssenssible?" Now it's Nozdormu's turn to break out into laughter, his own mad exuberance echoing in the mountains around them. Unlike his siblings, he has no qualms about confronting the behemoth below him. "There isss ssensse to your madnessss?"

A dismissive snort can barely be heard as he takes to the sky fully, leaving the other three behind. Deathwing. Sensible. Now that's a joke that won't grow old over time.