[color=ed1c24][i]Dren Rache[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Threats are not the most convincing of ways to attain a companion, my friend."[/color] Dren knew the orc probably wasn't kidding and would happily try to pummel him if he wanted to. He wasn't exactly scared of the large brute, but he also wasn't particularly in the mood to start a bar room brawl. 

He could feel his pockets yawning at the opportunity for that amount of gold... Dren was not a greedy man, but an offer like that opened up a lot of doors regardless of a person's natural temperament. The promise of protection was enticing however... the opportunity to skirt danger behind the backs of these idiots was tempting. And if things ever got too harsh, Dren was more than able to leave them to their fate and return to civilisation with a clean conscience. He hated to admit it, but this promise was becoming more tempting with every word... 

[color=ed1c24]"...very well." He stood up straight. "I, Dren Rache, will accompany you... and if you double cross me regarding the pay, you'll find worse than sleeping death in your grog when you don't expect it."[/color] He tipped his hat slightly.