Character: Axol, the Unworthy
Status: Curious, but still hungry.

The archer's response quickly snapped Axol out of his trance, though he was getting close to remembering the beggar's name. He squints his eyes, trying to see what the archer is playing at... [color=0072bc]"I am Axol."[/color] He replies, though there was suspicion in his tone now. No sellsword would ask for another sellsword's name unless they were about to deliver the finishing blow. [color=0072bc]"Just Axol. Though, they've branded me as the Unworthy..."[/color] He looked over his shoulder, eyeing his greatsword which still lays flat on the ground, remembering things again... He shakes his head, turning back to the archer who now laid his intentions bare. 

[color=0072bc]"Gold, eh?"[/color] His brows furrowed. [color=0072bc]"So am I. Gold and a good bloody fight."[/color] He starts to scan the room again, eyeing each of the other travellers carefully. [color=0072bc]"A fashionable lordling who I'm sure has more than enough gold, a quiet alchohol-hating lady, and a pointy-eared woman... Based on what we're looking at, it seems that only you and I are interested in the bounties. That's good."[/color] He lets out a hearty laugh, his voice booming throughout the barracks. [color=0072bc]"I am relieved to know that I don't have to kill any of you along the way. A two-way split it is, then!"[/color] He declared, not even waiting for an agreement as he patted the archer's shoulder. [color=0072bc]"However, the pointy-eared woman still eludes me... I'm afraid I don't do three-way splits."[/color] His eyes darken once more, glaring at the aforementioned mystery with distrust.

[color=0072bc]"We must speak with her and ask. Also, the quiet lady has bread. I wish to eat some. Come."[/color] He gets up and walks toward the corner where the two women huddled, his stride enormous and his footsteps heavy, not even looking back to see if his companion followed. On his way, he eyed the chilly man whose sense of fashion Axol now envied. [color=0072bc]"You."[/color] He growled, pointing at the woman of unique complexion as he just stood there, his frame completely towering over them. Before he could continue, however, the aroma of bread invaded his nose, and found himself staring intensley at the bread basket. He had forgotten why he walked over here in the first place. [color=0072bc]"I am hungry, and you have bread."[/color] He declared. Asking nicely was not something that was taught to sellswords, but then again, most sellswords at least knew to fake politeness. If anything, Axol only asks nicely when it comes to alchohol.