Kirrg lifts his head up from his reverie and looks into the crusader's eyes, "You are an odd man, Sir Jonathan. Noble and caring, but odd. I wonder if you would show this much concern for me. It is admirable." He places his hands on the ground and moves to hoist himself onto his feet. While still as strong as his raiding days, Kirrg has put on some weight since then, although he is sure he has lost a few pounds walking in the sun fully armored.
Once he has reached his feet, he grabs a hold of his greataxe and smiles, "If it would ease your mind, we can look for him. Though we should not go near the keep, for a deaf man could hear us skulking through these wood, I am sure." He grins at his little joke and then lets out a small laugh.