"I can give you no aid if you return to desert little one, and I cannot let you pass through this keep, especially while we are on such high alert." Len looked down at the creature; trying to gauge whether it was telling the truth. He wanted to believe he was; not because he was keen on fighting demons, but Len would be happy if maybe there was a little honor left in the world. He was prepared to deal with the situation either way, as he unfortunately had to in the past many times before. "If you stay and fight with us, I can assure you that we will be victorious, but if you would rather return to the desert then that's your decision." Len glanced at Goradh for a moment before returning his gaze to the creature around his leg. "I'd make you decision quickly before Goradh decides to shackle you in the dungeons."