Herm looks at Uthlar. "We are preparing to retrieve a friend and possibly kill some half dragons. You coming, right?"
As Herm picks up his helmet, he decides to recruit the guy he has just met.

"If you like bashing skulls, it is best to join my forces. We go in commando and wreck everything. No need for pity or mercy. Strategy and planning are key, but who needs that when they will use their emergency plan anyway?"

He examines his baby mammoth femur hammer. Herm puts some pressure on it. It keeps its form. Herm is filled with joy, but keeps it hidden behind his helmet.

"So... What do you say? You in?"