Bardeck nodded, giving a smirk at Ferthyr's excitement and mounting anxiety. Not that he enjoyed his companion being worried. More like he thought it was a bit funny that they both didn't question that if they were found, things would inevitably lead to bloodshed. "I'll help you on the roof, but I'll stay below. They must have seen or heard one of us, already. You stay low though, just in case..." 

With that, Bardeck led his demonic friend just outside of the door and knelt down so he could boost up his companion. Once Ferthyr was up there, Bardeck would ready his shield and his axe, and though armed, he'd do his best to talk to whoever these men were and see what it was they wanted. Or, wanted other than the loot Bardeck and Ferthyr had on them. The tilt of the rise in the cottage should give Ferthyr sufficient cover to hide up there, provided he controls his wings.

With a sigh, the broad shouldered warrior stepped out from the cover of the small cottage wall and stood waiting for the four men who approached, Axe hanging from his grip loosely, though his shield was hefted just in case. There was no mistaking that they had seen them now, and Bardeck merely waited for them to approach. He could sense bloodlust and malicious intent in their eyes, but he wouldn't act just yet. 

"Well met." Bardeck said to them, simply. "What is it you want?"