He had been able to stay silent at the ‘maggot’ comment but he could stay quiet any longer at the suggestion that he lacked a personality. He muttered so not to disturb the proceeding “Better no personality then one like yours, love.” He hissed with a mocking tone. His tone then shifted to a much lighter one “I assume you were looking for a tavern and got a little lost this evening? Do not worry I will set you on your way once this meeting is concluded.” He then smiled at her as he was obviously joking in regard to the last comment. He knew she could more than handle herself even when drunk, let alone sober. She would most likely run rings around any present at this gathering, including him. In the past, he even theorised that she got drunk in an attempt the level the playing field a little. To give the opponent a chance, you might say.<br/><br/>That aside he had considered her dead, as he had not seen her in many a year and hearing her voice today was a little creepy. He could also see that new scars had been inflected upon her face since their last encounter. He could only imagine what other wounds lurked beneath her armour. She had been attractive once, he thought as he looked her up and down. Not that he would kick her out of bed should the situation come about, but she had been significantly altered since the days when they adventured together. So had he of course, as he was no prince himself.<br/><br/>The fighting had kept him physically fit but his age was beginning to show. The scars on his face and chest were mostly from his encounters with bears of which he had easily defeated, but they had left there physical mark. He feared little except the witty jibes of the fairer sex and would more often than not act first and think later. A tactic that had seen him through so far much to the warnings of others who have suggested that he should engage brain then act. A foolish suggestion as the poor man would surely have died many times had he taken that advice. So instead he works on instinct. If it feels right, he does it, which is why he signed the document without giving it a second thought. Of a first thought for that matter.<br/><br/>When his new employer addressed the group again he listened as the feted smell of Eleanor, sorry Storm’s burp came into smelling distance. The only thing that was storm about her was what brewed in her digestive system. My goodness what had she done to herself.<br/><br/>Once the others had agreed to her terms, he turned his head to address the masked figure and boasted “Consider him captured and the key that you require as good as claimed.” He then coughed a little as the full stench of the burp over came him for a moment, before dissipating.<br/>