Belaim tried to keep serious in face of the naked girl who was somewhere between falling over asleep, starving and rushing off to fight impossible odds in the rain.<br/>"Not asking ye to become a slave. But look at yerself. I don't know about yer customs, but I doubt that's how ye set out, or that yer people consider scouting getting captured. Ye could use some learning methinks, and Belaim could use company. Consider it apprenticeship or being this old templar's squire. In exchange, ye can have my bird, eat and rest up here while I pack up. Yer folk might as well get the message by the time yer rested." he explained, taking his time with words. "But, I went ye to swear to be true to yer word. And if ye find me lying, well then Belaim gives ye a reason to put that sword to use."<br/><br/>Despite her weariness, Jalna paid enough attention to the man in the serious moment to be fairly certain he was honest about the matter. He actually did seem disheveled and lonely enough to be the hermit he claimed to be, as for being a smith or templar, the first thing he inquired about was Jalna's sword. If the dwarf wanted more of her, he could have demanded or taken it, despite his age, the dwarf could overpower her in her exhaustion. If he had treachery in mind, he'd have no use in tarrying or letting her regain her strength.