Jerod snorted with amusement as the newly crowned Captain of the Shepards got a swift kick to the knee, and was promptly pulled into a tight embrace by that princess with the mark. He hadn't really been paying the Exalt any sort of attention, but he caught enough to understand what was going on. Her own flesh and blood descendent, along for the ride too. Probably to help keep an eye on things, no doubt. He made a comment from his position in the room, arms crossed over his chest as the grandmaster fellow also chimed in that he would be coming along too. "Oi, champion o' naga, yer off to a great bloody start, ain't ye?"

It was all in good fun, which was certainly obvious from Jerod's tone of voice, but he was instantly wary again when Marianne touched her eyepatch again, almost convinced she was going to lose her mind. But no, she didn't thankfully, and the nod confirmed her agreement, so with an offhanded wave and comment, he led her out of the throneroom. "We'll catch up with ye lot, got some carcasses to check fer loot. And don't fret laddie Captain, we'll share some o' the spoils!"

Jerod laughed as he headed out, granted, it was as much show as it was honesty. Was it a risk leaving himself alone with the dark mage after her threats to string him up? Certainly, but she seemed better now. Famous last words, those, he considered. But once they arrived at the corpses he started sifting through their belongings, as he considered her comment on how Yllisean women were scary. Jerod wasn't sure if she was seriously saying that after what she had already done so far or not, but assumed she was. "Lass, in ma humble experience, women folk tend to be intimidatin', scary if ye will, if they put their bloody mind's to it, yea? Some be more natural than others at it, me thinks."