Fimble stands torn, not sure what to do.
Aid and protect... Who do I protect? Who needs me most? I promised to help guard these merchants and I cannot back down on that promise. Besides Gwen is a paladin... of sorts. And both her and Felix are able warriors. More than I, even.
Almost dizzy with emotion, Fimble eventually sits down, left with nothing but waiting and hoping for the best.

If nothing happens over the next hours, he will eventually grab some food and ask if anyone wants to join him down the coloured cave.