For a moment, it seemed that the halfling in front of him was going to strike him outright. But, she seemed to gain control over herself within a few moments, probably awfully spooked at his random appearance. He stared as she examined him, or at least that was what he thought.she was doing. Just giving him a look over. He grinned a little bit, readjusting the velvet cloak he wore. He could use something to drink, but thankfully Simeon had decided they were all here.

He informed the two that their mission was to retrieve some carriage full of drinks. Ale, he hoped. He still wondered why the halfling was invited, she didn't seem like much. Just a lithe and small girl. Good for quickly sending messages, maybe, but not what their organization was made for. Killing. He shrugged and waved a hand to the girl, speaking up and saying, "Come along now, girl."

Rhus heard the girl whisper something to herself, what she said, he could not know. He wasn't known for perceptive ears. But she did speak her name. Rose. He responded with his own. "And mine is Rhus Lancea, may your days be bereft of hangovers, and nights filled with drink." He let her babble as they made their way down the street. It was fairly easy to find the cart, loaded to the brim with jugs and barrels. Grazing next to the cart were two chestnut mares, eager and ready to go. He gently ran a hand down one of their manes, admiring their beauty.

Something set the halfling off. Of course, even his blunt nose could smell what she noticed. She had an odd way of speaking when it came to asking what he would do. He reached into his cloak, taking out a hand and a half dagger, eager for blood, and made of Valyrian Steel. It couldn't cut through water, but it could damn well come close. He looked at the silver steel and grunted. "Well, it would be extremely rude of me to leave such a young women as yourself to the catches of some devilish brigands, would it?" Rhus twirled the dagger, barely even counted as that. You could probably just call it a short sword and be done with it, but it had a thicker blade than a short sword, and was a little bit too short to be a sword. "Of course, if the fair maiden wishes to run, that is my command. It will be a shame to leave behind the cart." 

He grabbed one of the skins off of the cart, opening it and grinning as the sweet smell coursed through his lungs. He took a deep quaff of the ale, tasting it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Simeon didn't have the greatest taste, but it would have to do.