Everything goes all to hell with a surprising, almost<span style="font-style: italic">gratifying</span>speed. Still in the grass, Johan shuts his eyes and silently sighs his exasperation at being started before slowly climbing to his feet and giving the other mercenaries a haughty look. "You've got our property," he says, rolling with the ruse the big swamp dragon's cooked up, "And your scout's still alive, just... secure. That sounds to me like a basis for negotiation," he drawls as he slowly struts towards the house at Thygor's side.