He had been waiting for more of a response from the raven haired beauty about the plans for a second raid when others joined in the idea, if they all went then it would go just as badly as before. If the keeper wanted to take on an army, they could do it if only for the fact that there is so much chaos in the ranks that the enemies could never make a proper plan to counter it. That chaos peaking when they begin to squabble in his very presence. 

For just a moment he thought he saw hesitation in the keepers body language, imps were one thing, but infighting amongst the strongest he could assemble is reason to falter, but he did well enough to merit out a blinding lash of hellfire that even he had to shield his eyes.
Octavius turned his raised hand once the time for requests was made, using his meager magics to make the stockpile of magical arms and armor glow visibly for all to see.

[color=004b80]"I'll take a claim from those, but I'd like the chance to catalog them better before making my choice."[/color]