Two Axe's remains wary, scarce believing that he's found allies where he expected only enemies. In his life, who has accepted him for who he is? The orcs only kept him as a servent, then as a warrior. Jessica took him, but only for want of anyone else. Her father, Frendor Almat, did not take to him, and sent him on this quest to die. Yet this group was accepting him as he was. Perhaps they were the key to his future. With their help, perhaps he really could deliver a crushing blow to the bandits. That would prove himself to the elder Almat. And that would open the door to his beloved.
He smiles a tusky grin.
"I am with you. I assure you I sincerely want to destroy the evil in this place, and end the reign of the roving bandits, as well as whatever may be behind them. I will lay my life on the line for this task. And if you truly share this same goal, you will find no more loyal companion than I, Two Axe of the ..." he was no longer of the Slow Death clan. He was, umm..."Two Axe, representing the merchants of Dyvers."