Tasster smirks as he listens to Carmard and narrows his eyes.

"What do ye need me for? Ye got 'hat lad with da scroll, aye? Seems like ya all trust'em."

Tasster laughs and rocks the double axe back and fourth on his shoulders.

"I reckon me and a few o'me boys can lend ye a hand. We gots little else to do but wait fer the next couple o'cycles till the gilded Patriarch deigns to see us." He snort derisively. "I've been 'ere about a week, don't think even the minotaurs wanna play with testy Tasster 'nymore. I'll kill yer devil 'nd wear its head as a hat, but yer gonna owe me a favor fer it. Don't worry, tis no less help than I'll be given ye."

Tasster smiles and spins his axes off his shoulder. Gulvar looks at Carmard, a bit unsure of what to think and uneasy.