"There he be, the heathen!" Seamus pointed to a man with dirty blonde hair, situated near the middle of the line, before hocking back and letting some spittle fly. It would come nowhere near to hitting the Irish lad's intended target, but that didn't seem to matter so much to Seamus as indulging the need to express his disgust. Next to his men-in-training, Robards frowned hard in clear disapproval but offered no reprimand.