When Regina attempted to touch Ajax's mind, a most curious thing happened to her. Imagine, if you will, a beast of a man grabbing you and lifting you high in the air by your collar. Simply holding all of your weight aloft with an outstretched arm, with such astounding ease that a single thought would immediately form in your mind, the recognition of a simple truth: "This man could kill me with his bare hands". Regina felt the psychic equivalent of this as she attempted to intrude in the mind of one that held much in common with the savage creatures he often slew for a living. It was accompanied with a warning: [i]"Intrusion will not be tolerated"[/i].

Physically, Ajax simply turned and took stock of the newcomers. Two beastkin, a youngling man at arms, an elf of some type as far as he could tell and the tiny little shit that had tried to pry her way into the privacy of his mind. They all looked the part in some way, at least. He doubted the young one would be of much use but everyone had to start somewhere, so he would give him the benefit of expecting little out of him and hope he would grow into a respectable man. The elf had the feel of a soldier around him as well, disciplined and properly respectful, more he could not tell, and who knew with the beastkin.

The puny squirt, however, he did not like. Calling Ajax part of "your team" without doing anything to warrant it, and it would take much for Ajax Diagorides to recognize someone as having any authority over him, was a quick way of getting on his bad side, and trying to show off her powers as if they made her more deserving of any respect or awe just made her seem like a petulant child, desperately seeking attention. Focusing his gaze upon Regina, he looked at her up and down as one does a piece of merchandise, his mouth twisted into an unpleasant, mocking grin. He made a dismissive sound with his mouth.

"Heh. Parlor tricks", he said, throwing the mostly eaten drumstick down in her general direction.

Before he could say more, however, the door opened behind him and in he went, following the not at all bad looking maid inside. If he felt anything, again he did not express it outwardly, so used was he to attempts on his life and staring down the creatures of the abyss. The inside of the house certainly did not impress him. He missed the beauty and architecture of his homeland and comparisons between the strange lands he wandered and Erimai were often unfavorable in his mind. When he was led to the meeting room, he gave the maid one of [i]those[/i] looks before taking a seat, propping his legs up on the table and holding out his still half full wineskin.

"I am Ajax Diagorides, I fight for a living and I respect only the strong. But if we are to quest together, we drink together, so in courtesy I offer you what is mine. Don't make me regret it".

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