[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

Grey smiled, the others jumping in to help him out quite readily. He was generally unused to having help, usually insisting he did everything himself. He collected the papers, raising an eyebrow at Athalus' little tirade. [b]"Is that so? you should help me sort through them later then. I have to know them when I see them..."[/b] Grey said. Then, Athalus spoke of the last one... He said such ridiculous things about him, with such fondness... Didn't he say he was from... For once in his life, Grey managed to pick up on social undertones. It was just a theory, but... He calmly stared at the man as he took the papers. [b]"Of course he does. He's some chump with delusions of grandeur..."[/b] He said simply. He looked back for a moment, before continuing. [b]"I'm not going to apprehend you. I refuse to leave your child fatherless..."[/b] He said, throwing his stuff on the cart. [b]"Before we leave, I want to know if I can trust you. I need to know that I can count on you to keep the group safe, just as is expected of myself."[/b] He questioned, looking the man in the eye.