Elias laughs softly to himself. "Willing to join... mate, I've been putting this off as long as possible, but the situation's pretty do-or-die by now, isn't it? Willing or not, it's either march into the jungle or march out to the docks with all the rest of those layabouts - and that's not really an option for me, just like it's not really an option for you fine folks." His eyes flick over to Bettrice for a moment, betraying a hint of nervousness, but it's not like he can stop talking now that he's started - or choose a less impetuous tone in the first place. "As long as you're standing behind the fine people of this city, I'm willing to stand in front of it. Right in the thick of the danger."