Hissrad turned more towards the Vashoth. People made room for him wherever he went, thanks in kind to his size and horns, and partly because of the giant axe he had along with him. Not his axe, but it worked just as well. He swung said axe over his shoulder, keeping his stance wide while he looked across at the Tal-Vashoth. "Don't know what you're playing at," Hissrad's voice was a little deeper than Bull. More full of annoyance, on edge. "I don't let my guard down around magic, let alone an unleashed Apostate capable of Maker knows what." He still made no move to attack, not in a place where he didn't know his allies or have an escape plan. He was lacking knowledge, and needed more time.