Gale sighed heavily at the sounds of the band assaulting the tower.
[color=00aeef]"How many damn people were called here?"[/color] the elderly cleric grumbled.
	If he must work with others, it might as well be with a group that seems to be organized, not like the group of assorted vagabonds marching up the road towards him. Granted, the group with strange colors flying in the breeze seemed a bit rough around the edges, but so was he. Couldn't hurt to join up for a bit and help them. After all, every armed party could use a learned medic, couldn't they? Gale made his way toward the party by the tower, being warry of the goliath stampeding toward him, and called out to the men nearest to him with his best friendly expression.
[color=00aeef]"Seems like you men got a good group together. Perhaps you could use an experienced healer? Who knows what you may face inside the tower!"[/color]
	His hope was that the men in the camp would have the good sense to look past his wrinkles and realize how invaluable his knowledge and skills would be to them in their journey.

[hider=Dice Roll]Persuasion check: Roll 13 + Persuasion 3 = 16 [/hider]