""Heroes"? Is that really what you think of us?" Ha'zi projected humorously into the bubbly Taura's mind after her appraisal. In actuality, he considered this grimly, realizing that this would be difficult to find a connection, as all these pre-approved inheritors saw a fabrication, not the actual ordeal.
Additionally, he grew slightly irritated at her jovial nature, being reminded of a certain southron not too far back. Yet, even then he recognized the circumstances that they faced... Though it's still annoying as hell to be faced with, especially considering that Tamara had joined their ranks. Such a naive girl... and she wasn't even that much younger than him.
Ha'zi, a reader as always, knew better than to judge a book by its cover, though. Therefore, he did a sweep of the candidates, gathering quick and simple information about their true personalities, desires, and, most importantly, their true intentions in being here. He would, of course, run the highest analyzation on his pupil, trying to get a better sense of who he was dealing with.
While this went under way, the Haradrim boasted a bold smile, and offered a slightly shaky hand in return. "No need to be so stiff, Halos. I've been in your spot before, it's fine. Oh, and Ha'zi, 2nd inheritor of the Warrior... uh... member of House Mor, I suppose," he added cheekily, trying to lower the tension between the two.
He also caught Sig's wink (mainly because of absentminded mind reading), nodding his head. "May as well join my ever-growing class, eh?" Ha'zi shot to the kid, before realizing who it was. Shit. The racist. Of all people to get recruited with him... Figures. Sig probably orchestrated it.
Oh well. Guess he'll just have to handle these Karoltai virgins one way or another. He now had immense sympathy for what Eonwe went through teaching him and Card, both names bringing a sour tug on his lips before he shone another smile. "Welcome, then. Any questions, kiddos?"
