Harlgan Ironbjorn grunted in reply to the wizard and slammed back his tankard of frothy mead, wiping the froth from his lips with an arm as he looked at the others gathered around the table.

"I kill monsters for a living," without humor the wild man spoke finally in a gruff voice "I don't kill for free old man." Harlgan explained bluntly not caring to restrain his incredulous tone.