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At a bit of a loss, Neville asks, "Well....what do you gents make of it?"

Looking around in a bit of wonder, Sonrik says, "I like the looks of the Ambassador. Could it be that this is the one with the best chances of having a descent bath?" Sonrik gives the three inns a second look, seeing who wants a room where.

Fighting the explorer urge in him, Neville replies, "I must agree. Though I wonder how it has stood this long in such rough climes, we'd best not enter." He looks on the map and frowns. "I think we could skirt around it without any incident. Supplies being as they are, I'd hate to tarry any...

"There is no honor in senseless death, Mr. Taran." says Neville as he approaches the group, wiping the dirt off of his hands, unaware of the irony that would point to the mules' demise. "They were not a force blocking the ends of this expedition, and I can assure you, I have paid worse prices...

Uri points down the front hallway to the right of the house, same side as the kitchen. "We would be best to check this side of the house and move on. At least we'll see them coming from down the hall." he says.

"You know your right, Steph." Rod says as she catches up, "Every redneck in America thinks that some invading army's going to give a crap about their trailer park in the middle of nowhere. Meanwhile, all the folks in the cities who are just trying to get by, well they're screwed." He goes and...

"That's kinda the part that worries me." Rod mumbles under his breath as he goes out back to finish moving the firewood inside. "C'mon, Meat. Take a walk over to the fire and put it out. You could use some air." Rod says as he brings in some wood and shoves it near the fireplace. He goes...

"Who?" OOC- ;)

Hells yeah.

Genius!!

Oh......the DRAMA!!!

As the light begins to grow, Neville looks out at the thirty some sets of ravenous eyes staring the Extraordinaires down. He swallows another large lump in his throat, and throws his hands up, yelling, "Fine! Two asses for you! We shall prepare the sacrifice!!!" He storms off over to the...

"Noooooooooo!!!!!!!" yells Rod, as he soon realizes that he is trapped listening to the sterile, banal, mundane, and mainstream thoughts of the teenagers around him. (OOC-You guys rawk!)

OOC-Damn it Karl!!!: OK, Neville's got a 20 Wisdom and a lot of experience. Help me weigh the consequences. How screwed will we be if the mules go? We have 2 Handy Haversacks and a workoholic warforged. Not to mentions some lazy byatches that can just carry it. Less in his area of...

(OOC- I specifically said that I wasn't shouting anything.....watch the meta, please.) "Waving a gun at Federal Agents, because....a creature attacked your dog." Andrews says, nodding at the man. "I think it's time you went to wait in the car. Sheriff, would you mind?" Andrews says to...

"Sheriff Oakley!" Andrews says, as he steps out of Rook's room, ID in hand. He approaches the officer, and trying not to broadcast everything he says, "We have a John Doe in room #4, in the tub, bloody. Forensics is on the way." He stops to light a cigarette again, and points to room #3...

Neville steps forward and clears his throat. "You see," he says, "these asses are not what they seem. They are quite special, and have been treated to hold more....how should I say, life essence." He pauses to gague these creatures reactions to his comment. "I am afraid that without at least...

(OOC-What are the mules carrying, and how many of 'them' can we see? I think Azreal took the longspear. It was that or a great axe.)

Neville gulps down a large lump in his throat, and quickly looks around to the Extrordinaires for some support.

Neville, just north of the campfire when he hears the noises, makes a quieting motion to Henry, and gets Fury's attention (throwing a rock if he has to). He points east, west and north to the warforged. He then rushes to the camp and tries to wake the others.