[b]Anselm Dunn - Giant of Albion[/b]

Dunn listened to the werewolf's heated response, and was about to give answer when Henry Grimm interjected. Dunn didn't like the impression he got from Grimm. First of all, he knew the man to be a Näck, a being with abilities not unlike those of Atticus. And much like with the case of the incubus, Dunn was not overly appreciative of those persuasive powers. Clearly Grimm wasn't using them on him now, however, as Dunn didn't agree with what the water spirit said. Perhaps the man had more decency than his race was known for, after all. As soon as Henry finished talking, Raleigh spoke up. Dunn listened to the dryad voicing his concern about ethics and morals. While Dunn could understand the sentiments, he didn't care more about them than the werewolf, Atticus or Grimm seemed to do. He felt that part of the discussion was above his level of competence, and referred from taking sides. He did, however, have other concerns, and when the cave dragon spoke up, he felt them being voiced. It was not a company mission. It was not Dunn's obligation, nor did he feel it was in his interest, to participate in the resurrection of Max. He decided to clarify himself.

Dunn felt tired. He often did as a human, while boiling in his giant form. First, he looked to Henry Grimm, meeting the spirits gaze.
"I have been with the company longer than you have existed. You need not lecture me about how to best serve the company, nor what lies in its interest. I do what I am payed to do. I hold no grudges, and in return I offer no favours. The company knows this and has respected it for as long as I have been in its employ. I would hope this remains the case. And no, the company would not drag me back from the dead were I to die in a mission, nor has it ever done so, to my knowledge, in the past. Like the dragon says, this is no internal matter. It is personal and emotional, and unless I am payed, I will have no part in it." Dunn had spoken with calm and probably looked as tired as he felt. He then turned to the werewolf, whom looked as if she wanted to rip his throat open.
"I know you and others cared for Max. Yet I did not, nor did I know him. I am aware of the great sacrifice he made, and I wish you the best of luck in your endevours."

Dunn lit another cigarette. He knew his opinion wasn't gonna make him any friends, but he couldn't claim he cared. He had done his best to be diplomatic, and it would simply have to do.