An-Hasst didn't present it to the public around him, but he had noticed the arrogance and ignorance Vanya hat put in their words, especially when she had adressed him. Shouldn't this slut of a wannabe-queen be [i]a bit[/i] more respectful with those people that her sister had basically hired herself to save [i]their[/i] city ? The discrepancy between what one should expect and what was happening was so obvious than one could derive several suspicions from this... None of them being a benign one.

A bit more harshly than he would have done normally the half-giant grabbed one of the elven silk packs from beneath his seat, opened it and emptied its contents onto the area of the disk in front of him. He didn't doubt the numbers Vanya told them, but he doubted that they would apply to him as well. Since she could not have known who would sit where and thereby prepare different bags, they had to be averages. This fragile looking man over there would certainly need less, while he would need more. Hopefully this would not lead to a distribution battle if things got dire. An-Hasst inspected the other things and found all of them to be of high quality indeed.

"You can teleport the others if you want, but I want one of your steeds to take me to your half-sister." he said with a decisive tone. Hopefully half-sister meant half of the bad attitude as well... The Skayleigh said this after Yaroslav had made his introduction, but without knowing that it was this particular mage that was responsible for his personal anxiety about teleportation. Several of his family members had been with the military, fighting against Andred, and one day they had told him a very ugly story some of their comrades had witnessed. Good luck for the current situation that they had not been able to provide an accurate description of the spellcaster that would still be applicable today.

That didn't spare Yaroslav from An-Hasst approaching him however. He had to bend down his head for not hitting the wooden crossbeams while the floor was creaking with almost every step he made. It was a deliberately slow walk that ended with him crouching down next to elderly appearing man. An-Hasst stretched out his huge hand towards him, ready to be returned the favor for a friendly greeting. His voice however was not so warm-hearted: "Don't worry. It's not a carnivorous plant that will snap close and crush the end of your arm once you touch its center. I've always spared this kind of action for mage apprentices on the battlefield." With a really low and dark voice he added: "Where my family has been decimated..."

He would certainly need a large drink after this. Unfortunately though he didn't know if the beverages in the Southlands could keep up with what he was used to.