"Hello," the warrior began, his strong albeit youthful voice coupled with his light tone made him seem much less of a rugged warrior that he appeared to be. He gave a polite but awkward smile to the two women as he greeted them, speaking to them first, and then the Imperial priest. "If you need someone to fight and distract the Daedra at the gate-" turning to Martin and giving a gruff nod. "then we're your fighters." 

Earlier he'd nearly roared a few choice curses in front of the women and children on the way over to the door, having nearly been singed by the flying fireball. He'd been expecting to enter into a melee and not finding two average (except in size) looking folk sprinting in. He wasn't too concerned with politics, even his father's native Imperial. But whatever was having been discussed, he agreed with this man Martin's approach. He'd be damned if he'd run away from these beasts. 

He was quite glad they had a priest, this Martin and the woman in the back healing some of the wounded. All in all, it wasn't a bad group, though in times like this he knew Morale was most important, so he spoke loud enough for all to hear that he and his companion were volunteering. They needed to hear that someone was willing to risk this. 

Gideon the Hound barked in agreement at Bardeck's proclamation that they would help, and his master looked down and smiled. "Atta boy," he breathed, scratching the Wolf-like beast's furry head in endearment. Gideon seemed in higher spirits ever since they had moved from the wall. He'd even given a sniff or two of the elder's smaller canine in his own 'hello'. Bardeck didn't mind getting to know these people more later on, if they survived. He'd go to make sure they did. 

His dark eyes fell upon Naenya. "Close that gate like you said, we'll keep the Daedra off you. On my honor." He pressed his fist to his chest, his eyes steeled for all to see.