Willem nods his head in deference to the warforged's assessment.
"I said 'seems stupid'. Don't know yet if they are."
"In any event, stupid can be just as dangerous as smart, so I make a habit of not underestimating anyone, regardless of their lack or load of wits."
He looks around at the gathering - himself, the warforged, the half-elf maid, and another - probably younger - man. He sighs, deciding to broach the topic of fate.
"Soo... It was suggested to me that I travel here, to join up with others fated to fight some epic battle. Presumably, you folk got similar tales? Anyone get a hint as to how many of us there are in this fight?"