Verdant Basin Living your life cutthroat.

At first he was a little offended. Taken aback by the easy manner in which the stranger denied his offer, he physically took a step back and gawked for a moment. It wasn't often that Ambrose was told no, and even less frequent that anyone fail to acknowledge his prowess, and it bothered him a little bit too much. But she added a question a moment later, one he nearly missed because of how perplexed her felt.

No, I ain't spoken for. What an odd way to go about things. He only wanted to help, and maybe get some intel on his sister in the process, but at this point he was a bit put off by the whole idea. But its a mutual thing—I'm not here to join up with just anybody. How about we get some chow and then figure it out from there? 

Okay, so he had a bit of attitude and that might hurt his chances, but he wasn't wrong. He needed to prove himself to them, but why should he? What made them so special? He waited for a verdict, shrugging his shoulders and passing a smile between the two strangers.

Ignoring the fact he needed to play nice, and that they were more than likely friends of his sister, of course. His pride was a pretty big obstacle right now.