Herc follows along, slowly cutting an arc through the air with this sword, Striker Eureka twisting in his hand. The shield has coarse, twisted metal on it, and for the sake of this mission its been splattered with deep red and black paint, grey warden uniform turned in for a messy, rag tag collection of armour thats mis-matched and battered. His hair and the back of his neck are wet with sweat, and his mouth curves into a cocky smile.

"See this guy here? That's Grunt. He's not too fussed either way. Likes it when he gets to take souvenirs." He's talking about Jamie, by the way - didn't talk, gets to be the weird guy, for the sake of this little pantomime. "Working on a real nice necklace made of teeth for his ma." With a grin, that last part.

"We'll take thirty silver, and those weapons of yours. Nice and easy."