"[b]Nothing to lose? I doubt you've got a very good angle my stout friend but I can assure you I have a very handsome face on me, a face that gets me a lot of attention from the ladies when combined with my winning demeanor. To say I have nothing to lose if this pretty killer here cuts my gonads off is like saying you Dwarves have nothing to lose if someone introduces your people to shaving razors! I do say my good man, I am hurt[/b]." the man replied to Garlenn's remark. The Dwarf shrugged and sighed. "Guess we got a real class act here. And here I was thinking I'd be alone in that regard." he replied wryly. Hefting his axe and setting it upon his shoulder, he turned casually to the new members of the group approaching. 

He gave a toothy grin and a wink to Asyth, before his face twisting in confusion at her less than excited facial expression. Huh... He looked past her and saw an Elf and a horn boy walking up to speak to the Knightly lady. Seems the gang was all here, or so he believed to be the case. Judging by the variety of the ragtag bunch of misfits gathering around now, perhaps they'd invite a Genlock next to heal the party when wounded? He huffed at the inner sarcasm.