Frederick watches the proceedings with a blank glance for Amearin's interruption. It becomes one of satisfaction as the accountant's words are clearly understood and heeded by the defeated reptilians. As they make their awkward entrance to the keep and Corporal Howard begins directing his personnel and explaining the situation to the party, he continues to watch, satisfied with their organization and management.
He waits patiently for Ssayth to arrive, standing comfortably despite the sweltering heat and full plate. As he watches, Olofire tenses and earns a glance from the hulking figure.
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(1d20+3)[8] sense motive for my own purposes. If applicable, CMD to grapple Olofire (and at least move in-between, so mechanical charging isn't applicable) (1d20+9)[29]
So Frederick will react well behind Olofire- moving to grapple after the attack.
When the Halfling lunges, Frederick is caught almost totally unawares. "Doctor!" he cries, lunging forward behind him. He grabs for the feral figure, leaving his blade in its sheathe. "Master yourself!" he barks. "We did not expect this meeting, but it may be to our benefit!"
If Olofire seems calmed, he will reach out to use his divine healing on Ssayth's wound with a chagrined expression. "Amearin, would you apologize to Ssayth for me? We need to know everything he knows about his clutchmate's dens and their... usual feeding habits."