Shadlin looked at the two women with a wry look. The animal girl, she was making a spectacle, and by how easily she did it it seemed she was used to swaying people in her general direction. His order did not necessarily dislike weakness, but it firmly believed that good came from within a person before acts of kindness would outwardly manifest itself. So weakness was not something his order jumped to correct, tyranny, oppression these were things his order was opposed to. Those made weak by stronger external forces<br/><br/>Shadlin stood slowly and crossed his arms, "Do you lack such confidence in your skill that you would turn to another to make up the deficit, or do you actually know your limitations and seek genuine help from others?" It wasn't that his order didn't believe in teamwork, but the team was only as strong as the weakest, and they were usually weak because they wanted others to crutch upon. Still, he didn't voice his question with any vehemence or malignancy. It was like the tone his teachers used on him when he was younger. The voice of a teacher to a student.<br/><br/>It was obvious he was immune to her "charms". Shadlin did not think highly of the animal-girl's character. Just another in a long line of loud people that he'd met on his journey thus far. He cast a slight side-long glance at the loud inarticulate elf. Was he really asking that, or was it just a formality?