[Ramadi Tanin]

The Relequis slightly loosened his grip on his trusty cane and leaned on it, the young man scowling venomously, slightly worried about the gigantic, dead steed.
"Since, apparently, you've got a lot more patience for this back-and-forth drivel, I'll tell you that I'm here because I'm short on money, and some of us need to eat." he couldn't help smirking as he motioned to the Knight's deathly form.
"And that's about it. No ulterior motive--unless you count the secondary benefit of easing the burden of clean-up on others."
He rubbed his aching bumps idly, thinking about grabbing at least one of the weapons from the vanquished undead--he noted that he needed a bit more striking power than his little frame could provide normally, so a heavier weapon might be a bit of a boon, if just temporarily. He looked over at the hefty sabers curiously, wondering if he could figure out how to use one at all, considering his lack of raw strength.