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Flashing the 'forged a rare toothy smile, Wulfcyne winks at Links, confident that the warrior of wood, stone, and metal will back him up.

Shrugging, Wulfcyne seems completely baffled by the question, responding, 'Truth now, I dinne rightly know. Me heart tells me he be tryin' ta help us, but me head say he may be tryin' ta teach us'n a lesson. Follow me plan, an we should be seein' wha' is wha'.

ooc; ha ha...i've got mad love and respect... Genithar is just a prancing pony, ya'know? :D

Wulfcyne moves directly for the Lightning Rail, though it's obvious the warrior is less happy with each step. Stowing his shield and trident, the large Brelander pulls his longbow. Still, the veteran speaks in hushed tones while the group travels, 'Lady Nuria, ye've taken tha gold fer tha...

His face melting into a satisfied smirk as the lever puzzle is solved, Genithar shoots Thral'K a self congratulating look and remarks, 'I see my initial assessment was correct after all. North was the answer all along.' His eyes widening at the wealth of knowledge revealed, the Wizard dashes to...

Wulfcyne shoots the gnome a sour look, but says nothing more as he moves in with the rest of the group. Once inside, the warrior suggests, 'Lady, ye wanna be draftin' tha message? Be quick, we gots ta be on our'n way.'

Genithar shrugs at their employer's words and indicates to Shade', 'Move the far left lever now, the lever that was originally up. Blood guide us.'

Wulfcyne's face goes sour at he asks, 'May we be enterin'? If it please?'

Genithar looks puzzled, remarking, 'That should have worked. Let's search the area, perhaps something has changed...' With that, the Wizard begins to move about the ruins, his bow at the ready and his keen eyes searching...

Gazing around at the refuse filled streets of the portion of the Lower City they find themselves in, Wulfcyne wonders where they might be able to catch a skycab and rumbles, 'Upper lvls, let's be gettin' a move on now, double time.' ooc; we're ready for the message station, it seems.

ooc; sweet. we should easily be able to find one

Genithar motions to the lever directly next to the far right one, still the Wizard keeps aware and his weapon at the ready.

ha ha! touche'! on second thought, don't answer that!

ooc; good call SG! but doesn't thral'k feel honored to be traveling with such awesome companions!?

Wulfcyne suggests moving to the upper levels of the City of Towers and then ask where the nearest message station may be. Alternatively, he attempts to lead the group to the nearest message station he knows may be close. ooc; i think we're very ready to move to the Sivis station

Nodding as if all was going exactly as he'd planned and expected, Genithar only nods at the last lever still pointing downwards, indicating it's time has come...

Bringing his mind back to the task at hand, Wulfcyne attempts to puzzle out where the nearest House Businesses might be... Local (1d20+3=22)

Wulfcyne stiffens at this, as if the Wizardress has struck a chord in him. Nodding at her, he rumbles, 'Come, let us finish our business quickly.'

Eye brows rising in surprise at Links' vehemence, the human warrior continues to move forward, closer to the group's first destination.

Wulfcyne nods slowly at the Lady's words, agreeing. Beginning to move off with the group, Wulfcyne seems to confess in hushed tones, 'Makharat be doin' wha' he think be right. He ever been doin' wha' he think right an' correck't. He be from the Wastes, where ye kill o' be killed, yea? He...