The half-orc narrows his gaze at Len and then back at the creature. He hefts both axes in his hands and says "What'll it be, little runt? And if you try bolting again, you'll have my axe to outrun." He advanced a few short paces. "These demons, if they exist, how many were there? And how did you stumble your way to our fortress in the middle of a storm if you were on the run from them?"