He is less than enthusiastic

"Are you fucking kidding me Dukash!" The brother exclaims, standing up. He is much more muscular than his brother, his biceps shown off by his sleeveless leather jerkin. His hair is cut shorter as well, not even touching his ears. However, the resemblance between their faces is uncanny, even if the brother is unshaven. When you enter he is sharpening a giant battleaxe. The weapon, while huge, definitely looks second hand. The blades are beaten up and chipped, despite the care Thror seemed to be showing it. He looks over at you with disdain before looking over at his brother. "You think we have enough money for whores?!?!"

"Why do people keep assuming that!" Dukash exclaims, turning to you. He looks you up and down, seemingly just remembering your nakedness. "Oh yeah, that." Turning back to his brother, he raised his hands defensively. "Okay, I expect this might be hard for you to swallow but this is our third party member!"

The gruff Thror buries his head in his hands for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Little brother, why do you do this to me?"

"You were just saying last night that it was going to be hard with just two of us!" The younger brother pushes you forward, almost making you fall on your face. "Well, I found a solution!"

Sighing, Thror gives his brother a weary look. "Alright, let's assume I'm open to the idea of someone tagging along. What can she do?"

"Well..." Dukash falters, turning back towards you. "Uhhhh, Rosa, I don't suppose-"

"You didn't even ask her!" Thror yells, cutting him off.

"I was getting to it!"

"Ilneval give me strength!" The frustrated brother groans, taking a few steps towards you. Like his brother he towers over your petite form, his muscles only making the situation worse. You have never felt so small in your life, cowering before his strength. "Please give me a reason I shouldn't kick you out right now." His voice is rough and unforgiving, sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, uhhh, I..." Trembling, you glance over at Dukash for support. Clearly not the brother in charge, he gives you a weak thumbs up. Taking a deep breath, you try your best to look strong. "I can do healing magic. You guys look like you could maybe, uhm, maybe use that." You twirl your fingers, a healing spell glittering in your hand. "I... I also know a few other spells if-"

"See, she's a healer!" Dukash yells, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "You know we need a healer! Every party needs a healer! And for the life of me, I can't even mend a papercut, you know that! She's perfect!"

Thror gives his brother a harsh look, mellowing his mood. As Dukash backs off, the older brother once again looks down at you. His gaze seems calculating, almost like he is evaluating you. You try your best to make yourself tall but in the end you simply shrink. Naked and in a bad part of town, you are completely at his mercy.