The tension in the air was stifling to Gerich. The hall consisted a wide range of spectacularly different people from what he could see, and feel. He had, honestly, expected more upstanding and patriotic gentleman like himself and not this rag-tag bunch of misfits. Since when did women have any right in waging war anyway? he asked himself. As far as he was concerned, women were good only for seeing to the needs of men, they were servants, not warriors. He decided he would not share this opinion openly; he did not want to exacerbate the situation any further. His primary concern was ensuring the King had a reliable and powerful group of volunteers at his disposal. Well, that, and having enough skilled volunteers that would enable them to come out of Gaueko’s lair alive. In his mind there was no pick or choose here; they needed everyone and anyone that could prove useful, even if this meant adopting this rather distasteful Meaderin.
Itching his beard nervously, the mercenary stepped forwards, half facing the demon knight. Addressing the others, he gathered his confidence. “Let us not be so hasty in our judgements. I for one think that High Lord Pavlose’s services are invaluable against Gaueko. My suspicion is that the King will employ the volunteers to personally defeat the demon and his closest servants of evil.” After saying his piece, he half nodded and took some paces back. He tried his best to ignore the stench of old blood that lingered about his nostrils and attempted to maintain a neutral face.