It took Sir Ishmael a few seconds to realize what Sturm meant. When he did, he almost blushed at the suggestion.
"I am honored by thine choice, Sturm. Especially since my people has some knowledge of dwarven sensibilities and honors, I am doubly so. Should the group place some vote upon this matter, I wouldst humbly accept the task.
For now, since we've no leader, I wouldst suggest that the majority's decision would rule whether the entirety of the party would either rest or follow these holy folk. I am loathe to leave behind any party member though I wouldst not fault any who would seek the alternative to a leap into the fray. The fact that our condition is critical has not escaped mine eyes.
As for my choice on the issue, I wouldst like to follow these monks to battle. though mine limbs are slightly wont for rest, I feel that my mission is to safeguard these men and women of St. Feragon.
Furthermore, to strike now would be, how the dwarves call it, 'to strike while the iron glows hot'. If this be a great ritual as this cacophany would indicate, then with these allies we could rout our enemies in one fell swoop."
The halfling looked at Aranel "Perhaps a bolt alone would not fell a hardy orc, but a grievious injury wouldst would bring it to incompetence and thus death. Thine skills in the arts of shadow notwithstanding, thou art an ally sorely missed if absent in battle"
He turned his gaze toward Kirin. "Though thine magicks divine may be spent, a well-placed sling stone and thine own abilities innate would lend some needed aid in the difficult combat ahead should thou choose to lend thine hand."
"My friends of the wild, fang, weapon and spell does thine strength bring to this fellowship. This fight will be hard fought, and would be greater so without thine skills in war" he said to Whitefang and Telerin.
And to the dwarves he spoke simply yet calmly. "Thine prowess with steel is mighty, though moreso is thine hearts in battle. I know that thou needst no prod toward a hearty fight, but I harken thee nonetheless in a war against the fell corruption that taketh this place like a dark miasma.
What say thee all to this? Shall we join battle with these fair and wronged monks?"
[OOC: bolding not for emphasis but more on clarity on my choice amongst the blather above]
