Shamus
During the course of the scuffle, Shamus' heart beat wildly as he searches his body for signs of infection. Fear gripping his stomach, it was not until Schemeko had dealt with the guards quite nicely that the Saffron was satisfied that he had not been poisoned. No amount of charisma could save one from the adder's bite.
"...I have never had such warm hospitality...from any pack..." Shamus muttered in a fit of confusion. Still trying to order the events in his head, he almost automatically grabbed his belongings at Schemeko's prompting. Looking over at this struggling and the unconscious figure, the Saffron realized that this had to have been the closest of scrapes he had been in as of yet. Yes, it was even closer then that time with those stupid Avira mercenaries.
Fully aware that Schemeko was able to shoot liquid blindness at him without a moment's hesitation, Shamus relented to asking the obvious. "Why bother saving my worthless hide, matey...seeing you already tried killing me yourself earlier today" Shamus asked mildly, rather afraid that the answer was going to be something sinister. He knew that seizing control of the Saffron pack was going to be difficult, but he never expected that he would have so many hang ups at this step of the plot.