To say the least, the bandits were stunned into place at the arrival of the old man who had offered to join their ranks. They looked at one another before their dwarven leader strode up to Gale with the biggest dumbfounded look stuck behind his beard, eventually it shifted into a skeptical look as he inspected Gale. He stroked his beard and looked back at his ragtag band of merry men, every single one staring at the strange man who so boldly came into their camp despite there being a threat that they would simply kill him for trespassing. 

“Erm, listen ‘ere old man, we haven’t a need fer a person like ya. Especially since we are waitin’ fer our main force,” the dwarf stated once more looking back at his men then to the old man. “Howeva, if ye want t’ join an’ help then you could… cross that bridge an’ tell us if there be any fierce magics at play, surely that would be up to yer speed!”

Laughter erupted through the camp at the remark, the dwarf giving a smile before a muffled cry could be heard, loud enough and close enough to draw the attention of Gale and the Dwarven captain. Turning to the noise, he would find two people tied to a post, one a tiefling woman, barely out of her teens, and the other an orc child, not even past his tenth year of life. Both have been flogged mercilessly, more so the orc given their savagery. They were house inside a tent, it’s flaps open as no one had expected a man to just stroll into the camp.

The dwarf fell silent and glared at the man.

“I reckon it’s about time ya leave, old fool.”

>What do you do?