Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Shmeckledorfed

His eyebrow would arch In bemusement when he heard the Axol suggest a two way split on the profits of their labor. Bromann could hardly believe he would even suggest such a thing aloud in a room full of companions, but considering the man who spoke the words and what little bromann had gleaned from him the incredulity quickly faded. “[color=007236]Im not sure its going to work that way my friend[/color].” He would say, but clearly he said it a bit too low, because by the time the words came out Axol was halfway across the room. Bromann was quick to rise after him tossing the blanket back on the cot and padding behind the Axol barefoot. Yet once they got there and Axol made his demands for the bread  bromann would pinch the bridge of his nose. Clearly this grouping would be a tad more difficult than he anticipated. Where he was from people had much the same boldness, but tempered with manners and hospitality. Before he could speak up to try and run damage control, Rachel would answer Axol in the Affirmative and Andrea would rise with fire in her eyes and an edge to her voice. 

With a heavy sigh he would place a hand on Axols Shoulder, a fix a pleading glance on Andrea. “[color=007236]My buddy here is just hungry, hunger can bring a man closer to a beast. Please forgive us both.[/color]” He would say hoping against hope that Axol could read between the lines of his comments. Getting adventurers to agree to forking over their share was a tall order already, no way in hell would they agree to it if contention was the starting point of negotiation. Normally Bromann wouldn’t give too much thought to coin, but the more he thought about it the more he realized he may well need it to save his town. “[color=007236]Thank you for the bread Lady Rachel…that was your name correct?[/color]” He would say trying to be polite but likely coming off as disingenuous, urban mannerisms and polite talk was as foreign to him another language. 

Before they could move on to negotiations Axol brought up the gold and then Stabbing, and Bromanns head hung immediately as if he was struck in the back of it. “[color=007236]No one is going to be stabbing each other, no one who sleeps in these barracks at least.[/color]” He would say with a firmness in his tone. He was trying to keep the jovial tone so as to keep the peace in the room, but the twitch of his brow said that a nerve had been struck. “[color=007236]Can we just have a seat, eat, and discuss things like people who will soon have each others lives in each others hands? Because if the captains words and demeanor are anything to go off of we have our work cut out for us, and im not trying to get left alone on the wall because the mercenary band that was clearly called for a fight cannot seem to get on the same side of the battle lines.[/color]” His voice would raise and the usual lackadaisical tone was completely gone by the time he finished. He took a deep breath and snatched a bun from the basket taking a bite and closing his eyes, wether to soothe himself, or out of appreciation was hard to tell. 

After taking the bun he would sit at the table beside thorne and gesture to the open chairs. “[color=007236]Comf onn, lefs Ffigir phis out.[/color]” He would say his last sentence muffled by a mouthful of bread.