At the revelation of his title, the woman with the katana seemed to recoil in surprise. Something in her eyes suggested she wasn't exactly pleased to hear of it. He watched her eyes carefully, looking deep for that steely, hard look that came to ones eyes when they decided to attack. But she was still, and for that he was glad. Vetur was asking questions, potentially awkward ones - ones that could lead to more violence. If they were criminals as he suspected, they may have no hesitation about attacking him without warning. The sword-and-shield user he could possibly handle - he'd had much experience cleaving through the wood and iron of Darkspawn weaponry. But rogues... they slinked into shadows when his attention was fixed elsewhere and drove their knives and daggers deep into backs and legs. A scar across his thigh was a reminder of how important it was to keep Genlock assassins - and indeed any rogues - in mind.<br/><br/>When his own weapons were drawn, he saw her hand move to grasp the gently curved sword. His stance spread his weight wider and lower, his longsword whirled through the air as he spun it into an offensive grip. His eyes flicked to each of them rapidly, not wanting to miss the first sign of assault. For a moment, he considered making the first attack, but the woman's shout held him back. She introduced herself as Eira, and the group as the people he was supposed to meet. For a moment, Vetur was confused.<em>Meet? Who does she think I am?</em>She moved slowly, and her hand drew out a small token. Vetur's steel grey eyes narrowed as he stared at the trinket, until he recognised it as the same Pentaghast emblem he wore around his neck.<br/><br/>Nodding to the woman - Eira, he slowly relaxed his stance. With a flourish, he returned both weapons to the clasps on his shoulders that held the weapon sheathes. "So... you're the dragon hunters? All of you?" He asked, the suspicion not completely eradicated from his tone. "I was expecting... men like you, if I'm honest." He nodded to the tall warrior that bore the shield.<em>Appearances can be deceptive, I suppose...</em>He stepped closer to the group, as he considered the possibilities in light of this revelation. They were to meet in Cumberland, on the boat, which meant they were on board? Suddenly he had a possible answer to his question: "So then... the drakes on The Revenant...? Was that your doing?"<br/>