Azerus 

Now suddenly finding interest in the conversation and events  around him, Azerus raises his head to look upon the congregated rag-tag group before him. One by one his judgemental prying eyes crawled over each and every one of them. Only now noticing them for the first time as he measured, assessed and appraised each of them for their potential skills, strengths and weaknesses.

While he shared none of his thoughts he had many to consider. When Christopher began to leave, Azerus quickly nods to the others before departing himself. 
Following in step close behind Chris he positioned himself like a true lieutenant. Despite still feeling woozy, there was a slight skip in his step and as soon as the tavern doors swung shut behind them he hurried off to the nearest blacksmith to find the best sword Christopher's generous advanced payment could afford. If any spare change was left over he would then seek out some essential travelling gear.

Even more so than before, Azerus had an honour and debt bound duty to see through. It just so happened that this debt settling noble cause also happened to be lucrative. 

Only moments ago, just like that, the pieces had all fallen into place. Azerus could no longer deny it, nor was he foolish enough to continue believing that it was simply the weaves of luck and chance that had brought upon the series of events that led him here, to this place at this time. 
No, now that he knew [i]who[/i] he was accompanying he realised that fate had been tugging upon and guiding the strings of his destiny. He had been given an opportunity. 
To protect Christopher and ensure that he returned home from his mission successfully, back to his half brother and Azerus's good friend, Ian Harst Conra IV - Crown Prince, to whom Azerus owes his own life.