Ithelus frowns and pulls out his sickle and unsheathes it. He then places it on a stone next to him and draws a Throwing Knife, slightly cowering behind the wagon board. He looks to Illiiya, 'It'll be ok, don't worry. Our friends look tough.'
At this range he is not much use, but he can at least be ready he hopes. 'My... what a big, er, scary big axe he has.'