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The Wizard does not hesitate at Thral'K's hushed words, knowing that to survive in the bush is to trust the words of your scout. Moving over to Shade', Genithar loads 4 of the heavy wide books onto the Shifter, smiling a giddy, "Oh thank you Shade'. I shall indeed make this worth your efforts...

ooc; how much party treasure do we have at this point? like 1200? or did we spend some? i'm down to try steerage class, but horses/trail sounds fine...if highly dangerous :D

His elven face brightening at Shade's words, Genithar fairly bubbles, 'Oh thank you, my Lady. I shall prepare them for you. Snapping up two other tomes, Genithar busies himself with binding them carefully with jungle vines, getting them ready to be carried by Shade's lanky form.

ooc; cool, thanks IC: Wulfcyne nods, replying 'Let us be gettin' horses. We ken ride ta Wroat an' there ask tha Dean fer more Boltrail tickets back ta Arcanix, neh?'

The Wizard's eyebrows shoot up in alarm at Terran's talk of selling the precious books they've found, but this melts away into pragmatic acceptance as he responds to the Cleric, 'Terran, we may gain much profit from these tomes. Would you consent to carrying one or two?'

ooc; gm, that's 400gp for nuria alone? Wulfcyne scans the crowds, looking for any figures who seem hostile towards he and the hobgoblin he's with.

Wulfcyne moves back to back with Koh'Tara, obviously placing himself in a defensive stance.

Wulfcyne ponders the group's ideas, responding, 'Tha airship may be fast, but should sumptin' go wrong, we ain't be able ta leave it. I vote fer horses an tha Orien Caravan, for we can always be runnin' from trouble atop horse back. We could be waitn' fer the next boltrail too...' The large...

Wulfcyne's jaw fairly drops at Nuria's admission, though being raised in the posh and well to do life of a blood member of one of the most powerful Dragonmarked Houses was something the warrior knew little of. Coughing away his surprise, the large Brelander replies, 'Me thinks House Orien...

ooc; ugh...okay. IC: Genithar agonizes over which tome to take, finally settling on one of the texts upon Early Giant History.

Mel's gone GM crazy! he loves it! good luck with the new adventure!

Wulfcyne shrugs, offering, 'We could be rentin' some steeds an ridin' on ta Wroat, then catch a bolt rail there. Waitin' o'round don't seem ta be tha best course."

Wulfcyne is aghast, not sure whether to be thankful or worried. ooc; ha, that's irony!

ooc; sweet, okay that makes more sense. how much do they weigh, please?

After collecting the tomes that most interest him, Genithar turns his attention to the chest, calling out to the group, 'Do any of you have any exp with booby traps?' ooc; can i get a description of the chest please? also, i realized something that doesn't exactly help me out, but seems...

ooc; genithar and I are ready to plumb the depths of adventure and mystery, bring it!

Sticking close to his companions, Wulfcyne makes sure that they move forward together in a tight knit group.

ooc: ??? okay, not sure what that means exactly....but regardless, Genithar will take 6 tomes, 2 from each shelf. Awesome addition!

Wulfcyne seems more preoccupied with getting to the group's destination, barely registering the massive crowds, besides those in his immediate vicinity.

The Wizard's face is as animated as any of the group, save perhaps Corran, has ever seen. Genithar fairly bounces up and down in glee, gushing, 'These findings are amazing! Inside these tomes may be answers to centuries worth of scholarly pursuits! Be wary of any traps now." With that, the elf...