Therin yawns, taking note of the lumberjack, as he takes a swig of whatever liquid he had in his mug at the time. It wasn't Therin's job to make people feel good about getting assistance from him, nor was he going to try to jump in to defend their honor. However.. if an opportunity presented itself in the future he might end up taking it out on that particular lumber jack. However pressing issues seem to come from the ale tent. "Cayden save the ale!" he cries out, stumbling over that direction instead of the freak show.