Jere tensed at all this imagery of leaving wounded men on the battle field. He totally disagreed with the idea- leaving men to die because they cannot mend their wounds? Utterly disgusting, thought the beast tamer as he clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching under the skin. Especially given the fact that this person had the ability to help but chose not to. How can he say this so casually, thought the elf with growing uneasiness. It may have been unfortunate that the Cleric's abilities were abused... But to leave men to die?

The beast tamer thought all this as [@Happy Go Lucky]Adrial explained his race- picking up only a few snippets of information. White magic... Weaknesses... Gawk... pink crocodile. And had he mentioned hoping to fight along side him out on the battlefied? Gods- he'd find out that he was in fact reckless and shun him or worse. He suddenly found himself desperately hoping not to be grouped with the Elvenian. Fancy feathers or no- he still couldn't fight alongside someone with such an attitude.

"Wait a minute- go back to what you said earlier. Do you really leave men to bleed out? That... That's horrible. I mean you have the ability to save lives yet... You choose not to?- Please clear this up for me because it's bothering the hell out of me."

Bo, not exactly understanding the conversation, but clearly sensing his tamers feelings perked his ears up- sensing a strange mixture of emotions. He had promised Jere not to bare his teeth and harm anyone in this town- but his companion was expressing feelings that the wolf could only describe as combative. The beast knew better than to spring up and attack- but he was so eager to sink his teeth into something that he was readily on the alert- awaiting Jere's command.