A large dragonborn clad in heavy metal plates [sitting on the left] listens intently to the conversation, meeting every invitation to join the conversation with a toothy grin. As the conversation turns toward the nature of warforged and the so-called Fellows of the Path-Unknown he pipes up, bass voice rumbling from deep in his armor.
"...met a few of you warforged myself; seems like you've all got a natural talent for fighting and military discipline. Given that this is a mercenary gig, we're as like as not to find use for your swords." he grins and jangles a massive flail that hangs from his hip.
"I can use a blade myself, but I much prefer this old thing. Tends to give me a bit of breathing room in a fight."
He takes off his helmet, revealing almost black scales and eyes the color molten gold, and loudly cracks his neck. "Heavy..." he gestures to the azure dragonborn. "Old Blizzard and I were just about at our wits end when we got the invitation... well, I was at least. Only Avandra knows what they REALLY want with us but I, for one, can't wait to find out."
"Oh!" he salutes as smartly as he can given the cramped surroundings. "...former Sextus Optio, Desh, of the 4th Pardasan Legion, at your service."