Gerhard appears much more at ease, happier even as new folks join their trek. Hearing the young prince's warning the man smiles and begs him not to worry. With their numbers and perseverance what could possibly stop them? Well, let's hope we don't find out. The thought of numerous hallowed men, women, and children loomed on the horizon and there would be battle soon. Battle with creatures once just like him, searching this cursed land for a way to break their similarly cursed bones.
Though strong and perhaps a bit intimidating, Gerhard is a peaceful man, will it be difficult to face those who have lost their minds? Perhaps, but it is a necessary action, no? To see all of these people's lives returned to them, to see his life returned. The man could not help but to think of the others, what were the stories they've lost to the undead curse? The people, the homes left behind. He particularly thought of the flesh scarred man of earlier. What sort of trials had such a person faced?
His thoughts were soon interrupted by the voice of another, the young scholarly looking man, a satchel held tightly to his chest. Gerhard placed a large hand upon the younger man's shoulder and spoke jovially, "Ha ha! Of course you can come along, the more the merrier, yes?"