When the Wilder fellow wrapped an arm around him...Nosdyn flinched ever so subtly.

However he did not resist the man for the time being. He was there on behalf of The Boss...The Boss's word was absolute. And he would suck up any personal disdain he held towards Hume kind. Nosdyn nodded towards Wilder as they walked. "Your farm is well maintained." Nosdyn wasn't much for conversation but he was making an effort to impress the fellow and his workers. The Boss had need of such horses and there would be a large deal of gold exchanged in the dealings. "My employer has need of a steady stock of these great animals." Nosdyn said carefully. "He has a large sum of gold at his disposal should you agree to do business with us." Nosdyn listened to The Wilder man's explanation of the Goliath Warhorses...suitable.

Nosdyn counted in his head how many farm hands there were...he was planning to make a hasty retreat in case the deal went south.

But in the meantime...he found that The Wilder lot was surprisingly brave and competent. Nosdyn studied Willian for a moment, and after a brief few minutes he got used to the big fellow's arm wrapped around his broad shoulders. Nosdyn was built burly, and clearly one of those daft Warrior types. A Tank by the looks of it. "Your animals are a good stock." When they arrived towards the horse's position Nosdyn looked at William. "Primary function and use will be for transport purposes. Some light combat is expected." Nosdyn had some gold on his immediate person that he'd earned...some through admittedly misbegotten ends.

Nosdyn waited for William to speak again. "By the way...Hume. I am called Nosdyn. I have information that states this ranch is called The Wilder ranch. I take it you are the Master of this ranch?" Nosdyn asked at that point wanting to get to know the fellow a little more at that point. If they were going to be business partners...Nosdyn wanted to at least be partially cordial.