The one-eyed brute found himself rather grateful that the fallen-from-grace Whilom could not see him roll his eyes when she marched on up after him and started demanding questions. She didn't quite annoy him, no, and he was somewhat pleasantly surprised that she was assuming her older demeanor and behavior, but he'd never really liked being interrupted in the first place. Not only that, but the woman knew she was blind and handicapped, but she was still attacking and following strangers without even knowing what monstrosities could have lurked there or that she might have been set up for another trap. She didn't need protecting, he knew, but... she did need to be more careful, or there wouldn't been an Iskata around to test him, soon enough. He stifled the shudder that resulted at that concept.
He had nodded comfortably at Dawali's answer, mostly because the foreigner had a gentle tongue and demeanor about him. He seemed to pose little threat, and had ventured to their lands for some particular reason, be it a mission or a request of some kind. And after all, Jefferson considered it somewhat brave for any unknowing creature to go waltzing onto his lands if they knew of Phoenix Valley's two leaders and their rather... inexcusable behavioral patterns, or something to that extent. Then again, if people were traipsing around on Phoenix Valley lands for no particular reason, well, then they were just foolish. "Let's start with your name," Jefferson muttered, giving Iskata a look of knowing sarcasm that, although she couldn't see it, she probably would have expected anyway. His tone and temper had settled, satisfied with the stranger's behavior and answers thus far, and thus Jefferson adapted to his more usual self--a gruff, sarcastic asshole who was slightly more amiable than usual. "I'm Jefferson, Patriarch here. This is Iskata... she's just nosey."