Watching the two talk, Sar'versa soon became interested what the woman was asking of his employer. He knew the person he was suppose to be protecting was a quest giver. It was one of the reasons he took up the job to protect her. Over hearing quests where a good pass time, yet after the first day of working for this woman, he wished he would of offered his hand in one of those quests. He knew he could mask it up as "I'll make sure the job is done" type of situation, which he would, but in all honestly leaving the presence of this extremist, cheating, and bitter woman would probably be very beneficial to his mental health.

"May I suggest I come along, Madam, I doubt that lanky fellow would be much of a distraction, let alone, live long enough to be of any use." Sar'versa said, not moving from his position on the wall. His voice was rather thick of the north men, yet slightly exotic. It definitely wasn't something Native to the main land of Alderon. After making himself know and offering his hand, he sunk back into silence.

Crossing his arms over his chest and resting his left foot up against the wall, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, listening to his surroundings and for a response. It was something he would usually do after calling out for a beast in the great forests he lived next to, during one of his midnight hunts. Noticing every sounds and being able to recognise the sound of a pebble being kicked aside by something was a powerful thing to have, it allowed the hunter to fight, even if he was struck blind.