Keeping a guise of utmost calm and composure despite the rampant cursing that was going on inside his mind, Tycho didn't exactly know how to respond to that. A druid?! Why in the name of this forsaken island did it have to be a druid?! Tycho had never had any form of good relations with druids, they were always far too stuck up and stubborn for his liking. Perhaps he would have to follow them and resort to more, drastic, actions. He had a knife stored somewhere, and if all else failed he could always forcibly take the creature's magical eyes. It wasn't exactly planned, but he would do it. These treasure could set him up for several lifetimes! Let alone a few more measly months before he could leave this place.<br/><br/>"Madam, I had no idea that you were among the druids. A deep apology for intruding and offering to buy such a, loved, creature." He answered the fiery Elf, still maintaining his composure despite the anger that threatened to consume him. Glancing at the other men in the group, Tycho sighed and went to walk off from them, but someone apparently had a different plan for him.<br/><br/>The diminutive, and malformed, Halfling that had recklessly ran into him a short walk away, had apparently not accepted that she looked like her namesake. Why did everyone on this damn island have stupidly short fuses. This time however, the creature seemed more...aggressive, then last. He couldn't exactly tell what was behind him, for he lacked any such power, but he assumed that the woman had some kind of weapon drawn. Everyone in this place seemed armed to the teeth.<br/><br/>"You realise that if you harm me, a much poorer fate than your current awaits you." He threatened the Gnome, though it was a threat he didn't plan on acting on. "Nevertheless, I suppose an, apology, is in order."