Jamie
*Terrel regarded the Lizardman's insistence towards the ideology that he followed and though he promised fame and fortune from it, Terrel didn't care much for his goal towards them. However, Terrel was a Mercenary and as long as the jobs didn't affect him in the long run he was fine with doing them for good enough pay. There may be a sense of craziness in this Lizard yet or maybe he was simply drunk, but Terrel's dealt with both.

He'd wait for Gerhard to finish speaking, continuing to eat at the potato slices in a calm manner as it contrasted that of Gerhard's more openly violent one. Eventually he'd look back over towards him, wondering if his man was planning on stabbing him in the back at some point if he were to agree to it. He didn't seem to be the most stable in Terrel's eyes, but if he could promise fame and fortune, who was Terrel to deny going on a few quests with him.*

"I suppose I can for as long as it's convenient for me."*He says and of course by convenient, he meant until he gets tired of being associated with Gerhard trying to chase after invisible gods to become some warrior to them rather than simply being a warrior in itself. Terrel didn't have anything else to do during his travels, maybe this would spark something interesting in his eyes for however long this partnership lasted.*
James
*Gerhard would smile as a positive affirmation to the agreement of the partnership, those same sharp teeth peeking through. His beaty, almost snake like eyes would look to Terrel and his hand elongated, point like the edge of a blade and almost just as sharp if his claws were to be extended.*

"Then we must shake on it! To partners, for gold and gods!"

*Gerhard would shake his head to his hand in an effort to reassure that the shake is the binding contract of the partnership*
Jamie
*Terrel gave a shrug, figuring he had nothing else to lose at a time like this. He would hold his hand out to clasp Gerhard's and give a short yet firm shake before moving his hand away. His Furrow had made progress back up his cloak to the spot on his shoulder where it once was and decidedly, Terrel gave him the last small slice of potato he had.*

"So what quest did you need help with..."*He asked eventually in his normal monotone voice. Terrel figured he might as well find out now whatever it is he'll have to deal with the next day. At least then he'd be ready for it.*