Now this was a surprise if he'd ever heard one. The swordsman was not longer annoying. In fact he was now talking... business. By Gorum, this world has gone mad. Tanvas started with a weak laugh, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. "Wait, wait wait... You want me to let you in on the job I'm going to get... For nothing?" He looked at the man even as his hand held in the air before him. "You've got quite the way of getting to know people, Swordsman. Was 'bout ready to throttle ya and I'd be barking mad to accept that offer," he paused looking to cross his arm in disapproval, but immediately let lose a hand that took hold and shook the others vigorously. "And I's be just that mad. You've got yourself a deal, mate." He stood up and continued to shake his hand, giving a swift pat on the arm. He let go of his hand and dropping back into his chair. "Grab a seat, friend."
While to most, this sudden change may have be odd, it was not so for Tanvas. Why live in the past? As warriors, death could be around the next corner and all that grudging will do you no good. Buck head, fight, blood each others faces and get over it. An rival and a friend were really the same thing far as he was concerned. Though he still had a smug of dislike for the swordsman, he wasn't going to let something so small get under his skin. Besides, if he does it again, now he'll be in an easier punching range. "So, Swordsman, what should we be calling you by? We could keep up this 'friend' gag but I'd like to know the name of a bladearm if I'm going to be working with him." Once again he was relaxed in his chair, still waiting on his ale and now waiting for a name to given his new companion.