Ajax shrugged once more, as he was wont to do, theatrically raising his hands as if to say [i]"I really don't know or care much about this"[/i]. He honestly had no real preference or investment in the witch's fate, his involvement was generally limited to things that he felt truly affected him and he was quite confident that if necessary he could just snap her in half when the time came. He felt that way about most things. He did, however, take notice of the way Isabeau looked at the knight in shining armor. Funny how cliches played out sometimes. "Oh please, I'm always ready, I just need to get my wineskin from the bartender and we can leave whenever you please. I do believe we have a mount but if not I'll carry the witch myself".