[Though Bennet must concede the man's manner of dress unusually disciplined, it still tells him nothing. A mage can loot from the battlefield as easily as any other scavenger. Or if not a looter, perhaps this man is one of Saladin's rumored corps of magicians. His colors are all wrong, as is his tongue, but stranger sights has he witnessed in his journeys.]

Do not presume to lecture me about law, mage. Many years of my life now have I spent upholding the law.

[His brow furrows as he considers the offer... and the mention of this man having an oath of his own to uphold. Curious, finding a mage who believes in upholding his oaths. More importantly, the terms are agreeable, so he gives the other a single curt nod.]

Aye, we have no interest in these barren fields, nor whatever may lie beyond them. Our aim is the Holy Land, territories currently occupied by the warlord Saladin. Do as you are bid and I will see to it that no harm comes to your people.