[b]"Let him take care of it. I doubt he'd let us interfere if we tried." [/b]
Hearing a man talking to the others about the fight, Nialas stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Walking over a few paces to the man with groceries the lancer nodded at the two men in the middle. "Is this a regular occurance here? And would that man with a bow be the leader of this group?"

[b] “And what I’m doing.” Hark said, the smile fading from his face, “is making sure you pick on somebody your own size.”[/b]
From behind Hark a loud laugh began as Helath almost fell to the ground, dropping the fighting stance. "Ha ha hah hah, oh, bite my tail, you're a few cards short of a good hand, aren't ya?" Helath laughed out, turning his back from the standoff and offering his hand to Faris again. "Sorry for dropping my hand, I thought something actually life-threatening was happening." he said, a big grin on from the laugh.

[b]"As it stands, you've come to my camp, and charged both myself and my daughter. From what I recall, that'd make you a Vinsenian spy, then?"[/b]
On the sidelines Sammael listened to Duraid's words. Standing ontop of the roof he took out his shortbow and notched an arrow, aiming it at the man who had just picked up sand from the ground. Speaking in a loud voice, he shouted towards the mercenary leader. "If you would like, ser, I'll gladly end his life this moment. My brothers and I are looking for work and offing a simpleton would be an easy task to gain a footing in your camp." All of this was stated in a normal, if not bored, tone. 

Lasair simply chuckled from the side of the post that he still leaning against, finding the entire event to be very amusing. "Go for the eyes Sam! Clean kill only!"