Beorn locks his gaze on the bard, a displeased expression on his face. "You doubt the word of a paladin of Pelor? Or perhaps you fear that I may change my mind when danger nears?" He reaches reaches up and cuts a lock of his hair and holds it out. "Here is your assurance of my commitment, though you will find little use for it!"

Beorn waits only long enough to receive the gold before leaving to purchase gear for the journey.