To Wolf the stranger seemed... slightly honorable, it was in the way he spoke, the things he chose to say. Oblivious to who Edge was, the boy remained just.
("you don't know me either")
The things we choose to say Wolf thought, all are but words away from becoming hostile, or peaceful. A skilled speaker could surely talk his way out of a situation but, passion and the way you say things besides WHAT you say also makes a difference. The kid was passively aggressive towards Wolf. Usually someone who saw him would either run and hide, or fight and die on the spot. Smart kid, almost.
"Whether you go or stay isn't my decision. This woman wishes to speak to you about Imperial business, as well as the rebels.-"
He went on, still holding his zweihander over his shoulder.
"Now... I assume you are honorable, there is honor in allowing the brains of an operation to converse, and rather smart as a tactic; See, we on the frontlines, in the fields. We bleed for our countries, our nations and armies. But also, at a moments notice we can stop and become brothers, we are the same with differing colors, and weaponry. Believe me I would want nothing more but to kill you where you stand, and believe me if I truly was going to kill you, you would have died when you attacked those bandits up the road a ways."
"You will speak to the Empire through her, I take orders from higher ups, But if you stand in my way you will be stricken down."