nimisgod
LEW Judge
Sir Ishmael nodded at Kirin's words, in understanding but not necessarily agreement. Luck and providence had indeed saved him from injury thus far. Who truly knew when fickle fate would turn her back upon him?Kahuna Burger said:"Not that I have anything against heroics, but I'm sure my ghost would be troubled every time uncle Mort said 'pointless' before it in the stories... And if the situation downstairs is mostly contained, we may want to finish searching the upper levels for possible allies or bases to work from."
Nevertheless, the fate of the monks troubled him to the point of distraction. Each second wasted could be the end of whatever monk remained alive and uncorrupted. Yet, if Sir Ishmael and his companions fell here, what purpose toward the greater good would it solve?
Nay, given his own choice, Sir Ishmael would push ahead as far as he could to save the monks, even to the point of foolishness. Unfortunately, he could not speak for the rest of the party. Nay, he would not and could not subject them to the rigors that his Code required him to do. "Responsibility to your companions", Sir Mazan always pounded into the halfling's thick skull.
Aye. His duty was to protect them as well as protect the monks. And he would not drag them to what Kirin called "heroics" nor tempt them to do so just for his own sake. He was in great doubt of his influence in the group, but he was content to give them protection for the moment.
Was he fence-sitting? Perhaps. He preferred to think of it as following the dictates of the majority. Sir Ishmael kept quiet, ready to accept whatever the group wanted to do as a whole.