Felmar looks up at the enquiring warrior. "Yeah well..." Felmar sighs."Thank you. For saving the town. That thing would've done damage to more than just the barn... I suppose I've got nothing left to keep me here but, word of warning, I'm a terrible fighter. But I could maintain your weapons." Felmar stands and then bows to Rockmar. "Felmar the Meek, at your service. When you decide to leave, I'll be here."

The merchant walks to help panicking peasants at the back of the hall.