Manoris could only watch as the two he had just met quickly dispatched the seven brutes, either injuring them badly, kocking out, or killing them. He barely had a chance to react before they were all fallen. "Wow, you two act quickly. I prefer a different method of combat however." He walked over to one of the knocked out thugs and placed a tip of his staff on his throat. "May Mithra and the after life be kinder than you have been." Frost covered his throat externally, but internally, his wind pipe had been sealed with ice. He sat down with his new commrades. "I would very much like to follow you all on this quest, I... feel compelled to. As for the night, I have a room for one last night, you are welcome to to stay with me."