The Cleric nods, pleased that no one seems opposed to all four sharing the table. "Yes... my friends and I were just discussing employment opportunities." He said, flashing his 100gp smile to the Lady... "Jontom and I were only now suggesting perhaps exploring a new land would be profitable and also allow us to make names for ourselves... Our little friend here on the other hand seems to think our skills would be better used fighting the undead..." he said with a grin, looking at the little fellow.<br/><br/>"He obviously has a stout heart..." he suggest, though he really means possible death wish.