Nialas watched the man named Barst give off some information which sounded accurate to the situation and decided he liked this man. Down to earth, truthful speech. "Finally, another sane man," he said with a nod.
Lasair, on the other hand, was still just enjoying the sidelines for the moment. Between hearing the man on the stump comment about the the sand man exploding and girl eating the apple saying "So, this is what you guys do for fun" he was having a hard time deciding if he wanted to join in the fun or just keep listening to the hole or, possibly grave, he was digging himself. "Ohhh man, nevermind! Cute girls and comedy sketches? I don't want to rush through this town anymore! It's way too entertaining to miss at least one person getting themselves in a situation they can't dig out of. My money is on the sand man! Taking wagers! 1 to 10 odds on sandman, 1 to 3 on my brother Sam setting an arrow between his eyes, or 1 to 2 on the fearless lead-off!"
The air left Lasair's stomach as Nialas returned to his brothers side and delivers a swift hit with the back of his spear. It was amazing how quickly Nialas drew his weapon when it came to punishing his older brother. "Shut. Up. Lasair." he muttered in his doubled-over brother's ear. "Run your mouth after we get hired."
Helath returned the smile and let his eyes watch her for a moment before turning his head towards Duraid. "Well, either work or free gold, whichever one you'd like to give us!" he said jokingly, hoping to cover up his brother's idiotically amusing wager idea. Walking away from the ring and back towards Lasair, Nialas and Sammael, who had returned the arrow to its quiver and went back to just scanning the area, Helath enjoyed the idea of being a part of this group for awhile. An odd feeling hit Sammael as his gaze fell over the treeline. It was something that felt far off, but he still couldn't place what was now prickling the back of his ears...