"Lad, I wasn't aiming to be terribly subtle. IF ye had mucked up a wee bit more, I was waitin' to step in to try and save yer sorry hide." Jerod smirked, arms crossing over his chest as Jacob dished out his 'punishment', and laughed at the final threat of a half cut pay and shrugged in a good natured way, conceding the point for now as he turned to walk away, a good natured tone of voice even after the threats and orders. "Aye lad, I hear ye loud and clear. I'll give ye this round Jacob." Watching him leave, Jerod turned to the knightess as she addressed him, still stuttering as ever. He frankly wasn't sure whether it was endearing or irritating. WEll, first off, he needed to cut that bowing and Sir stuff off at the pass as soon as possible. Her question on Marianne got a chuckle out of him, shrugging in a easy way, despite how awkward things had been when she was screaming to string him up from the top of the castle via his intestines. "Aye lass, an' two things. One, don't be usin' sir with me, just a merc meself. Second, no bowin' like that. Same reason as b'fore. Now, as fer the dark spell spitter, she's already threatened ta string me up by my innards fer all to see. At the top o' the castle. But I reckon she's jus' stark ravin' mad. An' the ol' laddie champion thinks this is done, I'll be talkin' to his grandmaster, he seems to have some good ideas." "Well lass, shall we? I reckon ye' should meet the lass sooner or later. A word o' warnin' though. Don' mention her bloody eyepatch, yea? She loses it if ye do." Jerod opened the throughway for Thalia, and would move off at a brisk pace, whether she followed or not was her perogative, he had a insane dark mage to find and hopefully not find another rage trigger for. He wasn't personally looking forward to heading back up north towards Feroxian lands, for his own reasons, but he wasn't bringing them up until they reared their ugly head, assuming they did. In the interim, though, to shake his thoughts, he yelled down the halls, seeing if he got a response. "Oi! Dark Spell Lass! Ye around 'ere at all?!"