Conan shrugged and chugged down the rest of his mead before standing up, throwing a few coins on the bar as he did. He was no stranger to monsters living out in the wilds as he did. Hunting such beasts was also part of his training after all. While they didn't look like much, he hoped his "companions" could at least handle themselves. Before walking out of the door he stopped in front of the boy as he was being led away by the wench. "Don't cry for them boy because they won't hear it. They are dead and gone and the sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner you can live your live." Without waiting for a reaction he pulled up his face mask and continued outside.

He had no real opinion on his supposed comrades. He hadn't been around long enough to form one though it seemed they had already formed some of each other. When they handled this monster crisis he'd figure were he stood on them.