Fer had to turn his head in a different direction when the winged newcomer planted a kiss on Auriel’s hand.  He felt his blood rise but was not sure if it was due to his embarrassment at feeling so possessive of his holy partner or if it was out of anger at the beast man for taking such liberties with a total stranger.  Perhaps he was old school and even in his world, men showed their respect to ladies in such a manner.  However, this was also a way to flirt and court that was socially acceptable.  Perhaps the young hero’s anger was at the audacity that Dulaman would reduce his trusted companion to prey to be hunted and conquered over.  Whatever the case, it was wrong of Fer too.  He had no claim over the holy protector and he most definitely would not make her out to be a defenseless little bird. 

He took a calming long breath and instead focused on his surroundings.  The location was filled with experience and new adventurers.  He could tell the difference some in their way that they carried themselves.  Veteran adventurers had a sureness in their step.  They moved with purpose and their laughs were full and hearty.  They probably had seen many partners die and knew that life was too short to worry about the mundane.  In the opposite, newcomers walked around unsure, their smiles awkward and masked.  
He turned to look at his own team.  Despite the awesome weapons they wore, there was no guarantee of success.  He was the second hero to be summoned in a very short time.  This bandit had a reputation that exaggerated or not, meant that they could  handle themselves.  This very real possibility of death made him feel even more ashamed of his earlier reaction.  Dulaman might be a new member to their team but Fer needed to treat and defend him as he would Cole or Auriel. 

He cleared his throat and addressed the leathery winged man.  [color=0054a6]“Once we are clear of any eager ears I would appreciate any information you have on Rayla and any plan suggestion for bringing about her end.” [/color]