The bull is quick to step up behind Albali when Xarithe approaches, wordlessly — and likely entirely unnecessarily — announcing who he’s siding with in the argument.  He doubts the druid, as accustomed as he is to being in the presence of nagas and snakes that dwarf the bull, would be overly intimidating, but Gorun’s intent isn’t to threaten.  He only means to provide incentive for the two to not let matters escalate.  It does, admittedly, take a great deal of control not to lay into the man when he unhoods Albali, and he takes half a step forward ready to get between them.  Fortunately, it proves unnecessary.<br/>“I’ve already volunteered to be a ‘prison’ should she try anything, and I will enforce that offer if needed,” he says with a humorless smirk, but he’s clearly irritated by the infighting.  He’s also not at all unaware that he’s been guilty of it, himself.  “But enough.  We are all on the same side, supposedly.  We may not all agree with one another’s judgement or methods, but this is neither the time nor place to air grievances.  Regardless of differences of opinion, the fact still stands that we have succeeded thus far, whether by skill or good fortune.  But if we are<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>through bickering amongst ourselves — ”  He pauses briefly to sweep his eyes around the room at everyone, his expression stern.  “ — then we should see about properly restraining the prisoner and seeing to our plans for the next phase of the mission.  Are we all agreed?”  And though he doesn’t say it, it wouldn’t take a trained diplomat to know what he’s thinking:<span style="font-style: italic">We’d bloody well </span>better<span style="font-style: italic"> all be agreed.</span>