Aurich, rather surprised by the seemingly tough and grim Ysena opening up to him rather than bite his head off, looked down and smiled.  A gentle huff escaped rather than another condescending chuckle, and he decided not to snap back with a meaningless taunt or joke this time.  Taking his mug in both hands he quietly walked closer and passed by Ysena before leaning back against the gate she was guarding, letting their conversation quiet down if she wanted.  Taking a small sip, he then seemed to amuse himself with a short hum before continuing their conversation.<br/><br/>"That simple, is it?  So my friend Howard was indeed on the mark about the men we fought today.  They were deserters, then.  How many of you are left?  How many are loyal to Ysena Kindrel I mean."