"Well maybe that's a tad reductive. I suppose they'd just as soon eat any elf or dwarf or even qunari unlucky enough to happen upon them." He says this with the intonation of another joke, but not because it is one.

He holds up a hand, shaking his head when she offers him the mallet.

"I've got a better idea." As he drops the dismissive gesture, his other hand begins to glow, and after another brief pause, he summons a rather simple yet explosively effective spell. Stonefist is largely what it sounds like: a hefty stone fist materializes out of thin air, as he thrusts his arm forward, and is launched at his latest ice sculpture. When it strikes, the ice shatters again, in a shower of frosty mist and glittering shards. Vastly more satisfying than the hammer, in his opinion.