Jerod nodded as the dark mage spoke through the first half of her statement, mentioning watching each other's backs and all the typical verb age that seemed to go between a newly founded group of soldiers, mercenaries, and other such individuals before marching off to war. What was unusual was what she said afterwords, that his remains would be used as a means of fund raising as a form of art, for when he falls in battle? Well, the mercenary had no intention of dying lightly enough that his remains were worth anything in that regard, he would not sell his life that cheaply, they would pay in magnitudes of lives to his single one. But there was a response needed right now, and he decided to not sweat the small stuff, in this case, and let the dark mage act however she saw fit in that regard. Besides, if he was dead, why should he care what happened to his carcass afterwords? He had this feeling thing wouldn't be that easy, in the coming months, but he would torch those bridges once they got there.

[color=9e0b0f]"Ach, ah don' really care w'at 'appens to ma' body once ah am well and rig'tly dead, so 'ave a field day t'en, savvy? An t'e names Jerod, a pleasure t' meet ye. But aye, ye watc' ma' back an' ah'll watc' yers, sure a' sure."[/color]