"Paeter, you don't know me so I'll take you patronizing words with good favour, I don't care two hoots if she was Queen of the Trolls, we are here to do a job, if she can't do that then I don't see why I should follow her to my possible death. You don't think all of us have seen tragedy in our own time?" as he says this there is a vacant stare on his face for a moment.<br/><br/>"I have lost friends and ....more... from missions that went sour when soldiers crack under pressure. That happens and people close to you, well, then end up dead. " He paused as if to push down memories.<br/><br/>"She brought us to you and if matters are worse as you say, then we have no time to waste. Please tell me more of this Trollstorm and the urgency we face. And Paeter, please call me Bartleby" The last sentence was said with a personal touch, as he offered his hand to Paeter.<br/><br/>Though he focuses on the conversation at hand he knows full well that his voice was carried across the room. They may have seen Barty to be a hearty ligth hearted traveler already, here now was a deeper, battle forged adventurer who unintentionally exposed his own true self. Full of fire, fury for battle and the will to survive it taking them with him through to the other side.