King Elk Forest resident mercenary checking in

delight squints at that grin. he's very sensitive to being made fun of (and consequently, usually assumes he's being made fun of), but the fella doesn't say anything else, just introduces himself as troy. the morwinyon pulls himself up to his full (not very impressive) height and fluffs up a little, giving him the most haughty look he can muster and says dryly, "that depends." he pauses a beat. "what can you offer us?" 

looking at the guy (who is handsome but not handsome enough to get away with smirking at him!) he assumes: muscle, but he's been wrong before. muscle would be good though, provided this troy doesn't do something silly like mock his name or something.