Dafydd strolls easily into the mayor's house, taking stock of the others. Quite a group, he muses, with an inward smirk. He ignores the portman's obvious contempt. Those who judge others based solely on race are generally not worth befriending. To the serving girl, he gives a kind, reassuring smile and thankful nod; a pretty face is, after all, not lost on him.

Upon hearing Shaen's words, and after Eammon speaks, Dafydd stands forward. I am Dafydd Fennswyth. On my honor, I will fight with my life to see these usurpers brought to justice for their crimes. He nods confidently at Eammon, I'm sure our kinsmen will be sympathetic to your plight. We might just as easily thank your townspeople for your willingness to fight against this common enemy. At any rate, my sword is yours. He bows before the mayor and Shaen, evoking a commanding yet graceful demeanor.