[Rhus raises his greatsword onto his shoulder, shrugging at all of them when the mercenaries look dubious at the girl's declaration. But they do shy away from Rhus himself when they see him lift his blade like that, making him twitch his tail slightly to show his amusement, and only people familiar with anything vaguely feline would be able to notice it.]

She's right, y'know. The queen's Court shan't be takin' too well to you paintin' the docks red.

[Then he sheathes his sword and spreads his arms in a shrug, mocking them.]

Aren't you glad you have us to deal with your squabblin'?

[From some of the noise, someone takes offense to his choice of words, but someone kicks him and the man quiets down. It's enough for Rhus to turn to the archer girl and give her a nod.

Should be fine, now.]