<em>He looks at the elven paladin hard. Armor. A sword. Respectable, at least. So he takes a somewhat reasonable tone.<br/><br/>"Don't. Call. Me. A. Lupine. Not with that tone. I'd prefer Razorclaw, after my tribe, if you're not going to use my name. I'm not going to be put in a lower position just because I don't conform to your society's conventions. If you want me to treat you- any of you- as equals, I expect the same treatment for each of you. Fair enough."<br/><br/>Emrys folds his arms in front of his chest and looks at those awake. Truthfully, he could use some sleep, but not until this is resolved.</em>