Thor Halgeirsen:
A hand snaked out from amongst the furs to touch Dieters bow.
"Leave. Bring Aych kay. Better."
His intentions stated, the fur clad madman faded into the countryside, heading off to establish his hide...
Dieter bristled as the Norwegian reached out to touch his hunting bow. It had been a gift from his father, and he was reluctant to let anyone else use it, especially not this crazy man who he was coming to dislike intensely.
As Thor marched off into his own, crazy world, Dieter turned back to the party leaders.
"Herr Bayer," he said to Konrad in English.
"I am happy to do reconnaissance on the farm, or provide support here as needed. However, I refuse to work with that fucking lunatic anymore!"
Clearly very upset, this was the first time the quiet, well-spoken German had sworn for a long time, at least out loud. Looking in Thor's direction, he continued to Konrad,
"He is a liability, and I am not going to put my life at risk because he can't follow orders, or even basic military protocols. He has a gun, and his own radio, so let him work as an independent unit. I can work solo, or you can assign someone else to work with me, I don't mind. But if you try to force me to work with that idiot I will pack up my equipment and leave right now."
Dieter's facial expression, normally stoic and impassive, clearly shows he means business, and is prepared to pack up and walk away if he has to.