He's quiet as she explains, surveying Lashan carefully. He may seem the brute, but he picks up on a poor excuse when he sees it. He hates the thought of being pitied, and he hates being thought of as a kid like the rest of the girls, but it was too late to reject their help now. He looks away, recalling more details of the battle.

"That name was thrown around, though they were bein' sneaky about it. Whispers. The recuitment barker that hired us didn't say much about it. Conversation tended to stop at the details of our contract and when we'd get paid."

He shrugs. All the noblemen around were the same to him. Whichever ones were good employers, he fought for. It was simple as that. He hardly held much loyalty to them. Now with that out of the way, he glances back at the Apothecary.

"I wanna clean all this crap off me before I eat anything," he says, sticking out the binds on his wrists,"Are you gonna cut this off or what?"