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The Skayleigh with the troublesome name had been in a mood that would have allowed him to admit to himself that it wasn't very good. The prospect of picking up yet another traveler with hardly any checks for both good intent and worthyness for the journey ahead didn't appeal to him. Who the hell was she ? Buckling knees and her general impression did not exactly match his image of a powerful sorceress, nor did the lack of a bow or bulging muscles that would have been anywhere near the half-elf's extreme standards allow for an alternative interpretation than that she appeared to be quite lost here.

Thus, An-Hasst's comparatively unfriendly approach had only partly been due to the dagger in Mag's hands. He had hoped to have an opportunity to scrutinize her or maybe even make such efforts unnecessary in the first place -- by making her not wanting to join them. Then he moved in, the destroyer of all scenarios of intimidation, the one person out of the party the Skayleigh probably could stand the least for exactly what was happening now. While the priest was busy laying out his trail of slime for her to trap into and get stuck so he could fulfill his heroic deed of pulling her out of it and putting her into the helping hands of the others, An-Hasst's eyes sought those of Geradin.

Tell me that you dislike this kind of approach as much as I do, please! Tell me that you want me to kick him into his little but while you do the same to his knees so someone of us can drag him to where the scent of devastation comes from or at least smash his pretty face into the dirt!

Of course there was no way the Skayleigh could know what kind of interpretation the dwarf would draw out of his angered view, but he hoped that it would be something similar to this because that was what he was thinking. An-Hasst was tempted to interrupt Settionne and tell the woman that a thing like a large group hunting a dragon didn't exist and that the priest was grossly exaggerating, but the number of horsetrails would have spoiled this betrayal immediately.

"Settionne! Who has given you the authority to tell everyone about our party and our goals and make everyone an offer to join us without prior reconciliation with the others ? You come with me, now!" An-Hasst's voice was angered and he stared down at the priest. He even bent down slightly to give the much smaller man a better look at his itching grimace while his hand was already tempted to just grab the shoulder in front of him and start dragging.

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