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Tullius advances towards the bridge, but before reaching it he bends down and looks at the ground. * * Track. I want to see which direction is the most traveled and if possible what passed by here last.

"Good idea. And perhaps we'll find out why G'ruk died, and hopefully a means to defeat the elemental. I don't fancy going toe to toe with that creature, not after the way it killed G'ruk AND his crocodile like he was feasting on a snack." Tullius shivers. "Let's move on." Tullius will take...

"Very well then, we'll move onwards without the lizardman. I only hope that Elemental doesn't show up again. And does anyone have an idea what he meant by "Betrayed"? Betrayed by us? Betrayed by the King? Or perhaps his own kind, if so we'll have to be on our guard against the rest of the...

"By Jove! He's gone." Tullius whirls towards Brioc. "What WAS that thing? And most importantly what do we do now?"

A shocked look on Tullius' face is quickly replaced by one of discipline and determination. "Cohort at the ready! Archers fire! Advance and engage!" Only then does he seem to realize where he is. "Ehm, attack it anyways!" Tullius charges the vaguely seen water elemental.

Tullius grins. "Ride a Crocodile, never thought I'd be doing that. Sounds like fun. I'll go first."

Tullius snorts. "Ah yes, the adventurers life ... digging through trash. No thanks, anyone else wanna have a dig through the trash piles? Didn't think so, let's move on." Shaking his head Tullius throws a pottery shard into one of the trash piles.

Tullius nods at Brioc. "We're ready. I suggest we stay on our toes, the lizard has all but admitted he's a subject to the Minotaur King. Disturbing to say the least." Tullius hesitates before adding "We should try our utmost to convince the lizardmen we're the ones they should be helping. We...

Tullius moves towards Brioc and Ehldannis. "Hmm, He's just looking for saurial artifacts. I think we can work with him. By the way, what did Grassus say, he seemed agitated? Oh and ask him about the minotaurs." OOC: I'm assuming one of the 2 is translating what is said, if not don't pay...

Tullius glances at Grassus. I wonder what he just said, he seems terrified of G'ruk, ofcourse he IS a Lizardman, terrifying enough I'd say. Tullius grins and shakes his head and resumes his guarding of Brioc. OOC: Lol, only Ehldannis can understand Grassus, real bummer.

Tullius takes up a guarding position to the right of Brioc, but a bit behind and silently watches the proceedings.

"Ah, speak of Pluto. Well Brioc, he seems to like you, so go diplomatise." Tullius grins. Tullius motions to everyone to gather around and checks his weapons, just in case. OOC: I'm assuming I'm already in armor, otherwise I'll put that on as well.

"Matriculus ... scrubbing pots! I'd laugh but this is too much of an indignity. The man was a genius in his field of study, a scholar of the higest regard. This is not just an insult to him, but an insult to all of Rome. They shall suffer the wrath of Mars for this!" Tullius rants and raves...

"A slave ... he's been a slave to those gnolls for his entire life. Poor b*stard." Tullius pats the man on his back. "Ehldannis, can you ask him about Matriculus? Has he seen him? And are there any more gnolls? Does he know anything about traps or where the gnolls keep their treasure?" Tullius...

Tullius slaps his forehead. "Ofcourse, the poor man is deaf! I must be getting dimwitted." He smiles at Dhormium. "Let me add something to that note." He writes his question about Matriculus down on the paper. Then frowns and glances at Dhormium. "Say, Dhormium, Can your healing powers perhaps...

Tullius' eyes fall on the bow, his eyes flare. "If only Octar and I can use the bow, I suggest we draw lots for it*." He glances at the old man. "Apparently he does not understand me, unfortunate. Perhaps Ehldannis with his magical speech can ask my question about Matriculus to him?" *OOC...

Tullius moves over to Grassus, smiling easily. "Hello Grassus, my name is Gneaus Tullius Camillus, I wanted to ask you something, is that allright?" Tullius smiles warmly at Grassus. "Did you see an old man in the caves somewhere? *description of Matriculus* Have you seen anyone that looks like...

Tullius is a short but sturdy Roman. He stands 1 meter 65 tall and has wide shoulders and a trim body. His black hair and grey eyes make him look mysterious but his everpresent grin counters that impression. He has an easy laugh and a merry twinkle in his eye. He dresses in functional clothing...

Tullius moves after the rest always watching the rear. By the brass balls of Mars, where is that Matriculus? I hope we find him soon.

When the party has retreated to the stairway Tullius silently follows them out. Keeping an eye out for any foes.