Sebastian picks up his banjo and begins to pluck… looking at T’Alen he says
Sacre bleu Wizard, we carry enough arms to raze this town twice over. What else could we be?
Catching the eye of the serving wench Alma is ogling, and indicating the old man, he shouts:
Madamoiselle! A drink for our new friend! Also mon frere with the big sword would like a word with you…
Grinning he picks up the pace on his banjo and begins to sing…
In the morn we march on the great white north, on our way to cut down any horrors that spring forth, I and my fellows we are the eight, for any who oppose us death will not wait…