His head snaps up at his name, the spear halting it's forward movement. Aunamee. Of course. Smiling, he straightens. "Nice of you to join us." He says, grinning as his eyes find the rock in the other man's hands. If that was Aunamee's only weapon, he had little to worry about. But there was something about the man, something nearly imperceptible but there. It was unnerving. It cried d a n g e r. He couldn't place it.

"Aunamee." His smile is cold. "...What will you do if I don't?"