Heavens. Zero to annoyed in a moment. This man certainly had a talent for being infuriating, brushing Sett's plea off like he would a fly on his arm - and then threatening him simply for elucidating that his men might be untrustworthy. Feigning surprise in his actions and expression, Sett placed a hand on his own chest, responding in a tone of near-disbelief 'Good sir, I am a [i]man of the gods.[/i] Easily the least dangerous member of this party, and I imagine most others would agree.' A brief glance to his allies to see whether they made any gestures either way, then he continued heedless. 'Am I truly that disconcerting for you that you'd target me first?' Left unsaid, the notion that if Sett alone was considered a threat, then why allow any of them in at all?

But what really got him going was Nicademus' speech about how he'd been tortured by the Dark Elves. How his village had been destroyed, how he'd been enslaved to their ends and wounded by their cruel whips... and funnily enough, he'd forgotten to mention the part where he somehow escaped them, when far too many of his fellow slaves hadn't. That, ultimately, was the point that burrowed deep into Sett's mind - not that the rest of the party knew first-hand about Aeryn's own interactions with her kind partial or not, not that he had no idea that stopping the Dark Elves was exactly what they were trying to do in the first place, but that he was crying a river over a fate he'd ultimately escaped.

For the next few minutes, Sett didn't say anything at all. He forced himself to remain relaxed and composed, removing from his side when asked his ritual daggers, combat dagger, and even his valdium blade, all weapons remaining in their sheaths, just in case somebody saw their edges and decided they'd be worth snatching. It was what he'd do, at any rate, and he would certainly check to see if that had been stolen and replaced with a lesser quality blade later, nonetheless. The stave he'd filched earlier remained in his bag, hopefully unnoticed; who would check a bag for weapons when several obvious weapons were already visible, after all?

Even in the inn, he didn't say much of anything or even interact much with the rest of the group, merely uttering 'I shall lodge with whoever shall have me' in a vaguely sage-like fashion. Honestly, he rather wanted to be alone right now. He felt that the deep well of anger in him would be betrayed, or even spill out of him entirely, should anybody happen to look into his eyes.

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