Urdal was overjoyed. It looked as if the individual with demonic ancestry was well aware of what it was that bothered him, as without need of explanation, the big, horned man had walked out and had addressed the issue the half-elf was about to ask him to address! He would have thanked the Gods, but there were no more Gods, and, on top of that, his 'savior' did not look as if he would be supported by the Gods.

"Yes, what he said!" Announced the half-elf, throwing a worried look at the ones he had, supposedly, recruited. Numenor was angry. Very angry. Orky looked as if he had cried, and his hand was bleeding. The limping priest was standing up to a dragon. The drunken paladin of the female variety was not pleased and also looked angry, although her wrath was lacking when compared to Numenor's anger.

 He then threw a glance at the street. Good thing it was a way out of the town, otherwise this could have created far more panic than it had already. There were a few distressed souls, and then there was one person who looked nothing like distressed. Then again, that person did not look like a person.

"Let's calm down... And try not to kill each other!" He appealed the strange crowd, which had almost started cutting itself to shreds. The dragon was most concerning for him. Big fellow could straight up kill half of those outside of the tavern with just a tail swipe, figured the half-elf. At this moment he was just hoping he'd be fast enough to end up behind the demonic person.

"Also, if this is about the job, I can hire you all!" He added, hoping that could help diffuse the situation. Work offers usually calmed mercenaries down, they could calm... Dragons down as well?