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Eskon scowls at Tandi's report; a rare expression for the usually jovial paladin. "Hmmm...well this does seem like a different account than we received. I was not there, so I cannot speak with any authority what really happened. But, it still doesn't sit right with me. If this Anton is an...

Eskon looks back at Rhys with an equal amount of confusion. "You and I must have different ideas of honor. The Anton we seek murdered an innocent man in cold blood. The victim was a messenger, a man offering a reward for the slaying of a dragon. We were told he was shot in the back. Does...

Lokin manuevers through the room and attempts to pursue the fleeing orc. He calls after him in broken orcish. "Stop! Not safe for baby orc is running! Me no hurt!"

Eskon moves forward, his body language displaying a casual, non-threatening attitude. "Hello. My companions and I have been pursuing some people we believe you are acquainted with. Wondering if you could help us with that? These people believe you might have some light to shed on this...

Lokin, unsure with all the flashing lights and general chaos, takes a moment to assess the remaining threats in the room. He holds his action, waiting to see what the orc or his companions do before he acts.

Carrion, doing his best to remain comfortable in the cramped van, looks at Highbrow. "Doesn't seem right, does it? Could we have been tricked?" Shifting slightly to give his tail more room, Carrion continues looking through the window intently.

Eskon follows Irene, looking curiously at the solitary campsight. "This should be interesting. I wonder if they've been running into the same bad luck as we have."

OOC: That's right. The last living stirge, if he can manuever it.

Lokin attempts to squeeze into the room and attack the stirge with his blade.

Eskon considers the offer, rubbing his hand against his increasingly scruffy chin. "Sounds good to me. The more help we get, the better. I do think we should be off, though. As much as I'd like to rest and get the sand out of my boots, it seems we don't have any time to waste." Eskon turns...

Eskon bows to Sharassa. "May you always find water and shade, as well." The paladin lifts his head and looks at her. "What can you tell us of this forbidden place. What power does it hold and what could these outsiders want with it?"

Lokin looks around to see if Payne is around to help searching, hoping to avoid being chastised for doing it by himself. If she's not close, he will run his hand along the wall, looking for presure-plates or loose bricks that trigger a door.

Eskon stands comfortably and wears a jovial expression. His eyes dart nervously around the room, however, revealing his discomfort. The paladin remains silent, waiting for the right time to speak.

Carrions nods, smacking his head on the ceiling of the van. "This plan is as good as any. I just hope none of them are rigged to blow up. I don't think we could ever move fast enough if they are. I'll be ready to move."

Eskon dismounts as well, his hands out to show he means no harm. He steps forward with his companions. "Findoram speaks the truth. We mean no harm to you. My name is Eskon. We also were not aware we were trespassing or we would have sought to ask you for permission. Unfortunately, I...

Ostu, down behind cover, reaches for his bow. He gestures for his companions to spread out with his right hand, then draws an arrow from his quiver. Ostu looks to Weel to make sure his shot is ready, as well. Patiently, he waits for until his companions seem ready and for anyone to protest an...

Lokin lmoves the torch around, looking for the door. Though his eyes scan the walls intently, he speaks to the group. "Say what you will about the orcs, I pity those young ones's position. I hope Zurd can find some pity in his heart, but his actions often make little sense to me. I never can...

Lokin slides his shield onto his back and secures it. Satisfied, he moves the torch to his off-hand and looks for the door. "I'm going to go follow Zurd before he gets in trouble he can't handle or does something he may regret." Lokin re-draws his bastard sword and follows the half-orc.

Lokin will pursue Zurd if he happens to be still carrying the torch. If not, he will hold back and light a new torch.

I'm sorry to see if go. I think we kind of got derailed with the investigation in the city. I totally understand why you would let it go, as I had to stop a game I was running for similar reasons. Sorry if we let you down as players.