Nayla's intuition told her the hobgoblin was being sincere in his offers. After all he could have done so much more to the both of them and probably had them added to the market if he was truly part of all these horrible raiders. But instead he offers them wine and food and grants them an audience. However her attempts to try and persuade him fell and deaf ears. Not because he refused to listen to the notion but because they didn't really have many options.<strong>"And exactly how would I be able to speak with them? I doubt that the rest of you are as capable of such stealth. I certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to come alone and leave the camp. And the suspicions it would raise as well with a meeting beyond these walls."</strong>He quietly ate a small portion of the chicken and continued the conversation rather pleasantly. He answered her question anyway since she was raising a point.<strong>"I believe my plan is quite straight forward young one. A band of adventurers dealing a hearty blow to the bandit leader. I will plant a suggestion into the bugbear that a new batch of potential slaves is to be transferred over to them. He has a thing for elves. Ambush and kill him and the infighting between these vultures and dregs of life will tear the flesh bazaar apart. No one will question it if the raid goes south."</strong><br/><br/>Juliet threat made him pause for the moment. His lips curl into a bemused smile, as if the very notion that he had been threatened amused him greatly. Especially when this one thought they were the ones in control for this situation. And the silence just hangs there as he locks eyes with Juliet. His eyes had gone from warm to icy in those moments as he looked upon Juliet. Not the illusion but Juliet herself. Nothing was said for an uncomfortable length as if he was letting her sweat over the potentially<em>fatal</em>error she made. Finally his voice whilst kind, held a tremendous amount of warning to them.<strong>"You can try but I'd rethink your situation."</strong>His voice held that same casual tone as though the threat completely washes over him. Then makes a small gesture to his surroundings.<strong>"You're in the middle of an encampment of bugbears, giant kin, fellow humans whom would love nothing more than to sell you for the highest bidder."</strong>He then ends this line of thought with a question just to drive home how short sighted that course of action was.<strong>"And you decide to threaten the one person offering both hospitality and mercy to you?"</strong>He waits for any possible retort from this line of logic he is presenting to Juliet and incidentally Nayla. Clearly he has no fear whatsoever.