Vannellus looks interested when Novox engages in the fencing over words, and his eyes search Novox's face for clues as to just what exactly had been the wizard's role in the recent uproar. The former adventurer doesn't seem to believe Novox's bland claim to be concerned for the swimmers, but that doesn't bother the wizard.
More importantly, Vannellus does stop looking for the dinosaur when Novox dismisses it as a momentary conjuration.
"You got it mostly right." The man grunts, but adds, "It was a bit scrawny and underfed. The ones I saw looked more impressive. Right now isn't the time for stories however..."
Thyste pushes through the last few people before standing directly before Novox and Vannellus. Dye shuffles off to the side, like an insect avoiding a bright light.
Novox is forced to admit, even as he seizes up the old man, the paladin is an imposing sight. Ramrod straight, with broad shoulders and toned muscles. Steely gray eyes that seem to penetrate deep into a man's soul, and a lined face that has seen many winters....and many liars. The razor sharp sword in his hand doesn't hurt the effect either, flickering with a barely visible aura of power.
The paladin considers Novox for a long moment and then says, voice calm but probing, "You return, alive and well?"