Savin, mood dark, uses his javelin to draw figures in the dirt as the others speak. He knew how foolhardy this was. Spinning the javelin about, he uses the buttend to erase whatever he drew.
With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, he says "I left my family only a year or two ago to see what there was to see of the world. I had no idea, or inkling, to see another world. Especially one of shadows. But I like that less than the thought of the mauraders coming and going without a response. And leaving a fight unfinished doesn't sit well with me, either." Looking at the others before settling on Anthony, "Choose your own path without guilt, friends, but I will join our knighly friend here on his crusade." he says, the words slow and forced out.