<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ragnar glanced back to see if anyone had taken an interest with the three of them before ducking inside the master-at-arms' tent, he was unsure how to feel about some of the people here. He crouched down in a relaxed position, his hand on the ground to help keep his balance as he attentively listened. It took the brute a few moments to process the information, stunned by the shock of the news.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Kerrek?"</span> He echoed as if he make sure he heard Farkas right, his eyebrows pushed together in consternation. "Why would Kerrek do that? Do you truly think he would betray The Seeking Owl like that?"</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn glared at the mage as the text she was trying to read was covered by the half-elf's hand. "I'm a mercenary, trust isn't in our nature. I don't trust others nor do I care if others trust me." She replied simply, not breaking away from the eye contact. The recent events with the dragon have pushed the female over the edge, causing her to slip up more than usual which only added to her short temper. "Plus, we have bigger things to worry about."</div></span>