Harlgan had followed along with his two companions and the elf with his greatsword resting on his shoulder as they walked before promptly stopping to plan their assault on the barricade.

Vaguely listening to the halfling woman the berserker nodded slightly acknowledging her comment before looking to the blonde haired woman Vivienne. "I am Harlgan Ironbjorn of the North" the berserker told the priestess "You must be strong if you wield such a mighty weapon," Harlgan said nonchalantly as he nodded pointedly to Vivienne's mace "You are different from the other priestesses I've met on my journeys" for once there was a hint of emotion in the berserkers tone, and he sounded slightly impressed.