Duraid's grip on the bow slackened, allowing the complaining wood to relax as the rather comforting tones of the Caldegian archer carefully broke down the situation. He replaced the bow back on the weapon rack before finally turning to face the group at large.

For the ones familiar with the slight quirks and minute changes to the warrior's face that were the only giveaway to his current emotions, the large man looked exasperated.

[b]"Look here, Barst, I've worked with men larger than I am who paid for themselves as assassins. Although you do make a good point with the questionable decisions this one makes."[/b]

The sunken green eyes glanced over to the wolf-pack, focusing on the archer of the siblings. [b]"You said you wanted work?"[/b]

A few feet over, Faris accepted the proffered hand, hauling herself up with practiced ease. She gave Helath a mute grin, before retrieving her fallen sword and lightly tapping her "hero" on the shoulder.