Arus resisted the urge to sigh, a joke made in poor taste was many the cause of un-necessary violence, he never really saw the point of jokes. They seemed to be only good for causing trouble. He was once again amazed by the variety of races as he pondered how best to neutralize the situation. Where as taugel and manaketes were the exception at Ylise, it seemed in this place it was quite the opposite. You be hard pressed to find many humans here besides them selves it appeared. "Please, a poor jest but certainly not one a apology can't fix yes?" Arus asked, the question directed at both the source of the vulgar comment and the offended natives. He disliked the word natives, it was such a... [i]tension[/i] inducing word. He made a mental note to use the word inhabitants in the future.

 The sheer audacity and lack of tact surprised him, certainly no one would say mercenaries were courteous but the man wouldn't have made the comment if he had any sense, or if Robin had been here. At the very least he would've been reprimanded for it. He briefly considered the worth of reporting the man later but decided it would cause more trouble than it was worth. "We only seek to give our aid in whatever form we can." Arus added in as another attempt at pacifying them. Surely the man would offer his apology and they could resume their business peacefully, though he dreaded what would occur if a fight broke out here. Without Robin and surrounded from all sides, even if they won, they would be forced to leave the city one way or the other.