Haserus observed the meeting, listening intently to what the Greybeards had to say. Admittedly, he wasn't impressed. It was clear they intended everyone to stay together as a group. His eyes analyzed the room quickly, a quick glance at who his companions-to-be were. That too did not impress him. He was used to true warriors, people who viewed combat religiously, people who were skilled, hard and rough. These people, by no means, were any of that criteria, or atleast not at first glance. Biting his lip, thoughts began to swirl around his head. What if these simpletons led him into a trap, what if the great Haserus finally fell and all because they couldn't fight as a unit? His brow furrowed. The more he thought about it, the more he disliked this idea. He and his old companions were links in a chain, a unit who thought as one and reacted flawlessly to anything thrown at them. They had years of experience together, experience that was not lightly earnt. Monstrous beasts, hordes of infantry, renowned heroes and their own retinue. All had fallen to the mercenaries and not without hard felt losses of their own. They had developed a bond forged through the fires of battle, and now he stood alone with a new gathering. Although something told him they were different, that they could indeed surprise him, he chose to repress it and follow his first thoughts stubbornly.

 "You'll be leaving at dawn. We'll provide you with food, potions and anything else you may need for the journey. I'd recommend you get some rest and become better acquainted with one another, unless any of you have any queries?" A greybeard asked.
This was his chance. His feelings would be known. He stepped forwards out of the shadows, the flames that lit the room so beautifully reflecting upon his unique armour, the angel white decorations coming to life almost. If anyone hadn't seen him, they'd probably recognize him now. 

"You say we should get acquainted with each other?" He paused, looking around the room sternly, then laughed a little to himself, "Look around, Greybeard. You have assembled a group of misfits. Some of them look like they couldn't even wield a sword!" 

He paused again, locking eyes with the Greybeard. 

"With no disrespect intended, not that I could care if anybody happened to take offense, but this is a doomed expedition. We need warriors, men who fight for a living. Swords, bows. The Dragons will be fierce, they will kill people. We must overwhelm them, hack them down. Pepper them with volleys of arrows."
Again his eyes gazed around the room, all eyes set firmly on him. He smirked, no matter what he said he knew these were destined to be his companions, perhaps not friends, but companions. Better filter out who he would not get along with. 

"Or better yet, send the Stormcloaks at them. Not that they'd get far."

Knowing that could touch a nerve with some, his hand lowered, resting upon the hilt of his sword.