You stood holding one of Torbek's large clawed paws in your hand, determined to convince the others to let him join your crew. He had recently recovered from a Witchlight infused rampage, and you and your friends now stood in Twig Toadspring's inn, after the fight, your teammates watching him suspiciously.

"Ooooghh....Torbek didn't mean to hurt anyone..."

Torbek grumbles remorsfully

"You may not have meant to Torbek, but you did quite a number on some of us."

Says Frost, skeptically, glancing at the now very roughed up looking Gideon Coal. Kremy turns to whisper in your ear.

"Come on, do you really want this sad-sack traveling through the feywild with us?"

He says covertly, but Torbeck's ears pick it up.

"Torbek is sad."