Ardreth barely had time to register the half-eaten ration pack as it was flung at him, barely having time to catch it before it dropped to the ground and all its contents fell out. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back whenever I can.” He said in reply, taking out some bread and munching on it. He didn’t care how it tasted, as for a man who had been staring for long hours anything would taste good. He said nothing as Kendov began to speak with Aaron, merely following behind and shrugging apologetically when he was the reason for the delay.<br/><br/>Yet there was no end to the delays either. Another individual, a large figure in pitch black armor, showed up. Had he stumbled into a recruiting grounds or something? It seemed there was something major going on if fighters of this caliber were assembling. Ardreth merely shrugged as he chewed quietly, not really caring for shiny armor and flashy swords. He was along to offer his healing services and potions, not to participate in contests of physical prowess. He did have a few other tricks up his sleeve, like exploding balls that would send small pieces of vicious metal everywhere. Best save those secrets to himself for now. “How much are we getting paid?” He asked after Aaron had finished speaking, swallowing his food.