"My protection, for one." Saeril was an intimidating sight, but the man didn't break eye contact. "You seem to have your hands full..." To emphasize his point, he looked towards the remaining company members. Bofur was tying off the boat, Oin was helping bind a child's scraped leg, and Kili was assisting anyone who needed it. All were on their feet, but each seemed fatigued. Especially Kili.

"Considering my skill with a blade, a bit of gold is a small sum to pay." The man returned his attention to the she-elf. "Aside from that...the weapons, as promised, and a better, quicker, and safer route towards the mountain. The place will be swarming with orcs soon...you'll be badly outnumbered. Will you accept my offer?"