"Yo!  Howard, glad to see you're still alive!"<br/><br/>Standing behind Ysena and in her way, Aurich rears his profiteering face.  With an arm around his lance planted into the ground he leaned against it with a bemused air about him having watched the exchange just how.  Or rather, watching Ysena closely and sizing her up as best he could.  He had words to mince about the deal he had with the town, but it also seemed a reason to finally approach Ysena and see for himself what kind of woman a man would follow.  At least the kind that didn't have a noble lineage like Cecilia, or (visibly) shapely curves like Maribelle.<br/><br/>Howard clenched his fists in indignation, feeling nothing but mutual distaste and seeing the honor resting with him clearly rather than the mercenary.  A merchant lived and died on his honor after all, and a mercenary could do without it at any moment as he had just seen.  But he dropped his personal fit when Aurich hailed him, reminding him of said merchant's honor.<br/><br/>"Sir Aurich... we've nothing left to trade for your-"<br/><br/>"Eh, enough of that.  We made a deal long before this happened, so the carriage of supplies my assistant should be bringing up the road soon is all yours.  That's just business in the end.  But don't you think you're being too hard on the lady?  And you, too, Ms. Sellsword.  A man and merchant is nothing but his honor."