[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

Grey stood up straight and paid attention when the boss was talking, it wouldn't do to look so unprofessional. They were really very simple rules, but he got the feeling the man was adding that bit about infighting more for him than anything. [i]I'm not exactly looking for a career in friendly fire here...[/i] he thought to himself. He wasn't violently against the lesser races they just... disgusted him. He didn't really feel any desire to inflict harm on them at least, he just didn't want them to bother him. [b]"Understood."[/b] He said when Duraid had finished his speech.

After that, the smaller beastfolk approached him, and started talking at him. He did everything in his power to avoid listening to him, until it more or less became a buzzing noise. [i]By the gods, he talks a lot... you can stop now... any time...[/i] eventually, he got sick of it and lifted his hand up. [b]"E-enough! Just stop talking to me and leave me alone, and I'll do the same for you..."[/b] His tone was more exasperated than aggressive, he wouldn't want the boss to think he was considering teamkilling this early.

Then the larger one spoke up again about training Arianna. For whatever reason he felt like interjecting. [b]"If I may? I don't think she would benefit much from such a wild fighting style as yours must be. I saw the boss sparring a bit ago and I think she'd have more to learn from him. Do not think this a dismissal of your skill, Its just my two coppers on the matter."[/b] He spoke plainly. [b]"Besides, if mi'lady- err, Arianna wishes I'd like her to come with me to the market, I'd like to help with the food situation."[/b] He said. He mentally scolded himself when he slipped into his more 'noble' speech pattern. He was sure they weren't following him anymore but he would really like it if those assassins didn't catch wind of a young Rak'thurrian noble hanging around with some mercenaries.