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"Read people? I don't know about that. Sure, I can usually guess people's names, you know, look at a guy and say 'That's definitely a Jim' or 'She looks like a Kate to me', but that's something a lot of people say. Well, I tend to be right a lot more often, that's for sure. But that's not...

Charles smiles wryly and snorts before responding. "Well, you could say that I've thought about your offer. I'm at least curious to know what it is you're actually offering. But I do have one question first. Do you have any idea why I should know your name?"

Confident that she now is at least slightly safer than before, Sellanais reaches behind her shoulder and draws the ancient elven sword Flamekiss and slashes at the treant, hoping the blade's power will hold true to its name. OOC: I think that thing was called Flamekiss, I can't quite remember...

Leo holds his position, and seeing that the battle appears to be lopsided, will attempt to run interference via the stormtroopers' commlinks like last time. OOC: I'd surely hate to make this a regular tactic, but I'm afraid it's all I can do to help for now, and I certainly don't want everybody...

Midnight Fang snarls and spits a guttural stream of curses in Abyssal, then with a hardly detectable motion, draws forth her shadow dagger and attempts to drive it into the treant wight's leg.

Charles glances briefly at the man then heads towards the bar and orders a beer, which he drinks from briefly. He then walks over to the table and seats himself uninvited, and while looking away asks "Mr. Masuda, I presume?"

With a surprised gasp that quickly turns to a quiet rage, Midnight Fang moves as fast as she can to try and wriggle out of the creature's grasp. OOC: Going for the escape artist approach here.

Charles gets out of the shower and dresses with his mind preoccupied. After three attempts to get his shirt on facing the right way and not inside out, he decides to take a walk. Before heading out, he stops by the clerk and asks for him to take any calls for him along with a message...

Leo will wait for what feels like a good opportunity to at least look up and look towards the ship; otherwise, he'll do what he can to start crawling towards safety, being reasonably confident that the stormtroopers will be too occupied with the firefight.

As she silently curses to herself, Sellanais immediately dives for cover behind one of the dead willow trees and draws out her vial of balor's bile to apply it to her dart, then pays complete attention to the stables, especially to keep a watchful eye on the dragon if it emerges. With her heart...

Ergh... sorry I've been lax in posting and such, but I've been a bit under the weather lately. Under the weather meaning in this case a 70 hour work week plus school obligations... I'll try and keep up from here out, but feel free to take the reigns if I'm not moving quick enough.

Charles sits on the edge of the bed for a minute or two as he stares blankly at the screen, then mumbles to himself "God, I hate that cartoon." Snapping himself back to reality, he gets up and takes a shower.

Sellanais closes her eyes and shakes her head slowly as she mutters "Such a dolt..." beneath her breath. "Listen, ogre, your plan may be well and good once we make our entrance, but coming in with an element of surprise will make out task all that much easier. If you would be so kind as to...

In a gesture of panic, Leo briskly shuffles away, attempting to remain silent and still put as much distance from the approaching stormtroopers' path as possible before carefully flopping down into the underbrush out of view in an attempt to hide.

So, uh, how's everybody doing?

Charles smiles and shrugs. "That's the real beauty of it, I suppose. Or the tragedy, whichever way you look at it. Not too many people really know for sure where the road's going, do they? I know it will eventually end with the dirt nap. That's where we're all headed, sooner or later. I...

As the group gathers outside, Midnight Fang reaches into a small pouch at her hip and draws forth a small vial. Unstoppering it, she draws one of the throwing knives and smears a syrupy liquid on it before resheathing it. She repeats the process with a different vial and a different knife...

After checking to make sure everybody's in position, and after deciding the best way to do an impression of an imperial stormtrooper, Leo initiates his distress call. "Mayday, mayday, we've got an emergency situation here! After investigating a disturbance, we've been ambushed by natives...

I'd be much obliged.