[The thought has him flushing a little. He can only shake his head. He is only doing what he thinks is right. That's nothing to be praised over. Anyone can do what's right. He's just in the position to do it. But he's not going to correct the man. Instead, he stretches a little.

There's a disappointed thought. If only I had my shield and armor. but he doesn't need them. He'll do this even without it. They both can. He is sure of it. His sheer confidence in them both rolls of him in waves.

He holds the meaty calloused hand of a warrior out towards the other man.]

Reinhardt Wilhelm, at your service! And who might you be, that is willing to embark on this important mission with me?