It wasn’t very hard to figure out who Reyson got along with, and who he really, really didn’t.
The Hawk king was an obvious friend, Alm seemed to be another -- and that blue haired brat with the big sword, too. That fat man who seemed to drape himself in fancy rugs was easily sussed out as an enemy, even if Linus wasn’t aware of his standing in Begnion, and what that meant in regards to Reyson. He didn’t seem all that friendly with the Raven either, though details were spotty on that story.
But, the little shrew that followed the mercenary around like a shadow...He seemed to take great delight in getting under Reyson’s skin like a barbed hook. Linus had seen them get into actual fights on more than one occasion, and the Mad Dog thought it about time someone really taught the little skulker a lesson.
“You sure got a lotta nerve, messin’ with the boss like you do. D’you get your jollies off to it? Wonder if you’d still have a smart mouth after I punched some’a your teeth in...,” Linus smirked, finding a moment where Soren was on his own to corner him.