Auredhel glanced toward at the half-elf, a frown playing briefly upon his face, only to be replaced by his usual mild smirk. Clearly, she could see no further than base appearances. Certainly, the wizard did not look to be much of a threat- indeed, he looked more like a jovial tramp than a magician. But he would not begrudge her that, nor rise to challenge her dismissive attitude. She would see soon enough how capable was Auredhel of Aldabar, whose wisdom had aided kings and commonfolk alike, and before whom creatures of unthinkable dread had fled in fear. Taking up his burden once again, and walking humbly alongside the riders, he glanced toward the big man called Hugh. Ah, a drinking man- and one after his own heart.

"I've no whiskey, good Sir-" he replied with a shake of his head, "but a fair bit of wine in my pack. It is yet early for drinking, I think- but I'd be inclined to share a drink or two this evening, if you should oblige me."