He had heard the child before he saw it, head snapping to the left to watch the thing come closer. Wary. At first he suspected it was simply another wretched pickpocket come in search of whatever its tiny hands could lift and so paid her little mind, if one of the other’s couldn’t guard their own belongings from a small child, practically an infant, then they got what they deserved.
When the thing started to speak he decided that it was worth more of his attention than he had previously thought. Shifting his head, one ear perked up, he carefully listened in as the girl passed on her message. His eyes never stopped scanning their surroundings. He refused to focus entirely on the elf on the chance that she was a distraction, a trap. Snorting softly, feet shifting restlessly beneath him, he wondered at the Warden’s useless question. What good was the girl’s name? Clearly the child was beckoning them into some trap on behalf of her master’s and yet the foolish man thought not of asking for details regarding that but the –thing’s- name.Where was the purpose?
The more time he spent in the presence of these people the more frustrated he grew at their methods. Behind him he could hear the Ashaad laughing madly at his plight. Spinning around, ready to curse his brother, he stopped short when there was no brother there to greet him. No Ashaad. Only his mage remained, off to his side, and there was no laughter spilling forth gleefully from stern lips. How… disappointing.
Chest aching he turned back to him appointed duty with grim determination. There could be no distractions. There could be no failure.
Hearing his name called he shifted ever so slightly, lips narrowing, and gazed darkly at the mage approaching him. He had little desire to talk to it. He had little desire to do anything but continue on with their mission. Growling lowly as his thoughts once more returned to this… this complete shirking of their duty he waited for the mage to speak up. The patience he had once been renowned for was nowhere to be seen; missing since he had climbed down the mountains, and all that was left was a roiling fury which he could barely contain.
It desired he become a messenger. Annoying but still a sensible request as the miscommunication of their group was quite obvious and needed to be corrected. He could find no reason to disagree and so dipped his head down in agreement, body already shifting towards the rest of their companions.
Foot raised he stopped short of a step as his mage spoke up, voicing his suggestion for dealing with the probable trap. Muscles coiled tightly at the other Qunari’s insinuation that the Karashok pretend to be a Tal’Vashoth (A Tal’Vashoth!) and his chest rumbled in displeasure. It was a valid suggestion but the idea held little appeal to him. To even act as a Tal’Vashoth, to even think of acting as a Tal’Vashoth, upset him to a degree he would never voice aloud. And yet it was so logical that he could not refuse it based on his own discomfort. Vashedan.
The urge to sulk in something like defeat was strong but he resisted. His will was stronger. Grunting in agreement with Hissra’s suggestion he offered the other a slow nod of approval. It was a very good plan, especially when one considered how fast the mage had come up with it. Hissra’s talent, his intellect, was wasted as a mage.
Shaking such thoughts from his head he prepared to set off for the others when the Human Warden began to speak once more. Teeth grinding as the man ignored everything that had been said around him from his fellow’s request of the Karashok to Hissra’s suggestion of dealing with their situation. The man was either ignoring what had been said or he was simply oblivious to his surroundings. They stood a few mere paces from the man and yet… Fingers flexing he took in a deep breath, fighting his rapidly growing rage, and slowly turned to face the companions standing behind him.
Face set in stone he began to speak, voice low and gravely. “I shall tell the others what you have asked. If they choose to come and discuss this matter then so be it and if they do not the result remains the same. None of you are children and we do not have time to dally about uselessly.”