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Carrion nods. "Yes, a good point. Just throwing some ideas around. I mean, I would have a hard time getting through the door of the airplane, so sitting would be pretty tough. I mean, how would I fit through the frame of the metal detector at the airport. How could I stand on line? It's...

Carrion considers his options. "I think an airplane will be a problem for me. With my wings and tail, sitting in a normal chair is near impossible. I have an idea but it might be a bit out there. How about you dip me in concrete and call me a statue. I don't need to breathe. In fact, my...

Carrion nods politely "Um...maybe? I've never really done any surfing and..."Carrion points to his hooves. "...these might not help much for board grip. As for the mission, I think the ape-suit is kinda unnecessary."

Eskon dismounts and approaches the wagon slowly. He draws his greatsword and eyes the surrounding area for a possible ambush while approaching the wagon, looking for survivors.

Lokin accepts the drink but hardly drinks it at all, mostly sloshing it about as jovially as he can pretend to be. He also tries to engage some of the warriors in old army drinking games he can remember. By spending most of the time explaining the rules, he avoids actually playing; basically...

Martin listens to the briefing politely. When there is a lull in the speaking, he raises his hand. "Sir, I'm very interested in helping with this and I'd like to help in any way I can. It's just...well, my skill set does not lend itself to subtlety or tact. Maybe, we could pose as weapons...

Carrion enters the room, accidentally smacking the table Highbrow moved with his tail and sliding it several inches. "Oh, sorry." Moving awkwardly, he stands near Gremlin, seeing no seat appropriate for his size. He nods at the man at the front of the room but says nothing else, awaiting...

Carrion has the lead with one turn left in the race when he hears the announcement. Looking with despair on his record-breaking race, he flips off the console and drops his controller. He lifts his hulking figure off his chair and follows his companions out the door. "Okay, this is it."...

Ottokar's face turns white upon hearing this news. "What? How is this possible? We were with him just moments before we came here. He gave us a reward and this pendant for a job well done?" His expressions shifts from disbelief to anger. "We carried it all this way just to have it be...

Seifer steps forward, comfortable in the formal nature of this interaction. "My name is Sir Seifer of the Dagmar family. I pledge on my name and my honor to the accomplishment of these tests."

Ottokar steps forward. "I would also be honored to aid, as well. I have been charged by Father Morten from the Order of the Torch of the Temple of Sigmar to seek out injustice and bring safety to the Empire."

Ottokar listens to the wisdom of Father Morten. "What you say makes sense, Father." He puts a few of the coins back in his bag but hands five to Morten. "I shall take your advice and try to find those who can best use it. I thank you for the opportunity." Ottokar bows to the priest and...

As Eglath speaks, Seifer had started speaking as well. "We will accep-" Seifer pauses hearing the goliath speak. "Actually, that's a good idea. He turns to Voadam "I have to keep my honor and my gut impulses from getting us all in trouble, right? I am trying."

Lokin helps Kyle dig, all the while looking around suspiciously. As he drags a carcass into the shallow hole, he leans close to the dwarf. "This doesn't sit right with me," he whispers softly. "If we're making peace with these orcs, then we're not about to attack 'em and take what's in here...

Jon was running with the bag to draw Beale away and maybe taunt him off the boat. When Jon hears the gunshot, he stops running and looks back. Seeing Beale wounded and Helsinki holding a smoking pistol, he waits to see what is going to happen next. Jon's mouth starts running, instantly trying...

Ottokar takes the pendant gratefully and immediatly puts it on. As he is handed the pouch of coins, however, is face becomes a bit pensive. Opening the bag to get a rough count of the amount of money, he looks back at Father Morten. "The amount of coin you have attributed to our task does me...

(I'm here, too.)

Ottokar bows respectfully to the Father Morten. "Father, my companions and I have just finished a...well, a pretty difficult journey from Untergard. We accompanied the group of refugees whom came into town today. We lost some people along the way. One of those people was a Priest of Sigmar...

Eskon speaks up as he remounts his horse. "I make it a point to never judge a man by his race, but by his actions. Women, as well. If he wants to aid us, I say we take him up on the offer."

Ottokar moves forward and offers a slight bow. "Hello. I am Ottokar, Initiate of the Order of the Silver Hammer. I am here regarding a very important matter and would like to speak to a priest, if possible."