Ajax palmed some of the mud off himself, watching with obvious interest as the manor finally collapsed atop himself while Isabeau was held at swordpoint by Skaala. He was, in many ways, a very simple man and still derived enjoyment from meaningless, wanton destruction even when he wasn't causing it. His life had been truly chaotic, it was all he knew by this point and he felt very comfortable in it. He shrugged his shoulders at the whole situation, still making sure to grasp whatever it was he had taken out of the house quite firmly. Nobody was going to be pulling any fast ones on him, and he'd be getting rid of it soon enough.

"Far be it from me to be overly trusting, which is exactly why I have to agree with the woman", he turned to the group and cocked an eyebrow. "You all didn't really trust our host...did you? With that talk about bringing her the heads of her enemies and the arcane artifacts and clear obsession...". He didn't know what to say beyond that. He thought it self-evident, but maybe their prior adventures didn't let them see the obvious? Even then, he figured the beastwoman would know better. "I mean look at her now. I don't know about you but I don't particularly trust someone that deceives me with glamours".

And then it hit him, something wasn't adding up. "No, wait, get back here woman" he said firmly at Isabeau. He was starting to get tired of this whole thing. "You came to retrieve something. I thought that something was whatever it is I'm holding. It'll turn me into a wretched little goblin you said, though honestly I rather doubt it". He squeezed the stone in his grip even tighter, as if he considered trying to crush it with his hand alone, before giving it a rest.