Ardreth was confused at first at what this man was telling him, asking about his cloak. It took a moment to realize he was using humor and finally the half-elf smiled in return. When he was released, he dusted himself off and eyed the other individual wearily. He was a scary sort, but he found that most individuals who engaged in that line of combat generally were. Though Ardreth had a stern appearance, he didn’t exactly view himself as frightening to others. “I would say it’s the weapons.” He replied as he began to follow, a bit apart from the others. He still wasn’t sure if this was a trap or genuine, but there was no harm in going along.<br/><br/>“Hey you got some food? I haven’t eaten anything since noon yesterday.” He mentioned, checking his pockets as if food had magically appeared. “I was trying to craft a batch of healing potions to sell, so I could make some money and buy supplies but if you’re dragging me off on a mission right now, you think we could eat first?”