[center][i]Jerod[/i][/center]

The mercenary quietly patted himself down as the crazy princess sister of the Lad himself cast her healing magic on him. That made things quite a bit easier, that much was certain. Standing up with a grunt, he cracked his knuckles with a grin. Good as new, well, good as he was going to get at any rate. Of course there was a string attached to her patching him up, which was certainly expected, and he shrugged as he looked over towards the lad as he stormed off in the general direction of the old Grandmaster fellow. Oh he saw a bad decision before the princess asked him to even intervene, and as the mounted knight fellow made his own comment towards Jacob, he doubted polite and hands off would stop the lad. Because words don't arrest momentum, after all. Jerod sighed and nodded towards the princess, muttering an aside to her as he utilized greater stride length and increased momentum to close their distance before the Lad himself could get into some real trouble.

[b]"Aye lass, ah can stop th' champion o' naga from doin' somethin' stupid thi' time. Consider it on t'e 'ouse, savvy?"[/b]

Jerod wasted no time catching up with Jacob, resting a hand on his shoulder and stopping, his firm grip and heavy handed approach arresting the lads momentum, or at least intending to. He spoke quietly to the lad, the relatively older and wiser mercenary intending to impart some wisdom on the lad, especially considering what he intended to do. He didn't try to be subtle about it either, even if he wasn't yelling or being belligerent about it. Could he stop the lad by force? Possibly, especially considering the situation at hand he would have the drop on him, but that didn't mean he had any interest in sucker punching the Champion of Naga and hauling his unconscious ass off the battlefield. He would need collateral pay for that. The main goal was to get him to walk away, simmer down, and not do something stupid. He was too honest for his own good, dishonest ones you could trust in being dishonest. It was the honest ones that worried him, they tended to do stupid things in the name of honor and chivalry.

[b]"Jacob, ah wouldn' advise goin' after th' Grandmaster, savvy? 'e 'as got years o' experience and trainin' in t'e very same field as ye, and yer blinded by rage and grief. 'e has the tactical advantage in both experience and state o' mind, aye? Ye really wan' t' butt 'eads with 'im, cool down and t'ink about yer approach, ah wouldn' go fer 'im w'en 'e is expectin' violence an combat. Drop 'im w'en 'e is womanizin', eh?"[/b]

It was a fair bit more direct and invasive than what the horseman attempted, but invasive was needed when emotions were rampant.

[center][i]Niya[/i][/center]

[b]"You are correct, mage, I am technically unarmed as a healer. But I have faith our talented Ser Knight would be able to handle anything that came our way."[/b]

Of course, once Marius went about starting to head back towards the convoy of the Shepards, the healer decided right about then that she would be tagging along regardless of whether they wanted her or not, so she fell in trot alongside Marius, and spoke quietly to him, as she assumed he would be the second in command of this rag tag band of heroes, renegades, and mercenaries. Quite a colorful group, really, from what she had seen so far.

[b]"Sir, assuming it is safe to consider you a second in command, I am volunteering my aid as a mounted healer toward your band of fighters. Any questions you might have, I can answer within reason."[/b]