Rooted like a tree, Tower is almost shocked when Gell pronounced him his 'brother' and defended him. Whilst the other half-orc knew nothing of himself, he still stood up for him simply because they share a common race. Tower found this as pretty interesting news.
Although in his heart, Tower agreed with Thantos. The Knight was correct in his thoughts and shouldn't be prodded for sticking up for everything Just and Right. Unfortunately, if the Knight did know the truth, he'd come to the conclusion that Justice had long since betrayed Nazdreg. Perhaps that story would be one for another time.. perhaps. Figuring this incident and his past would probably come up later in their travels, he decided against telling the tale now.
As the Knight mounted his warhorse and began upon his way, he was compelled to speak his mind on the issues addressed by Thantos.
Tower: Word gets around pretty fast in prison. The news of the Duke's summons is known in every crack by every rat in that filth-ridden hole. I've only escaped in the hopes of joining this party -- and regaining the honor I've lost in bearing these.
Tower's shoulders shrugged as he lifted his arms, displaying the shackles again. The iron-borne constraints were both a medium for disgrace and distrust. How better would he clear his name, than by proving his valor in purging the land of an evil that terrorizes it?
Regardless, the caravan of adventurers was on it's way, and he didn't want to be holding them up, especially so early on. He turned to Gell, impressed by the half-orc's display of faithfulness, and extended his hand for a forearm brace, thanking him with an additional nod.
(I'm going to continue on whether or not Gell accepts the offered handshake, I'll let Gell decide on that.
)
Unaware that weapons and armors are being provided, as well as rations, Tower turned to follow the mounted Knight and the crows, ready to set out upon the journey, regardless of the toll it may have.