A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Kaodi]

Makharat puts one hand up and rubs his temple. " There is nothing wrong with my mind, " replies the tiefling, annoyed. " I doubt that you would of fared any better against whatever treacherous concotion they employed. It is you Southlanders who are all soft in the head. "

He grudgingly thanks the Jorasco healer, remembering a few times before when he had found himself under their care after a battle...

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Smirking, Wulfcyne tosses the potion of cure light to Makharat, commenting, 'Seems ta me ye Northern folk be just as app ta be soft skulled as'n we Southrons, as yer beauty sleep made clear. Mayhap this'n draught'll serve ya well in tha future. Do try ta keep yer eyes open, Makharat. heh, heh'.

Chuckling as the old soldier yanks the prisoner to his feet, he asks the White Wizardress, 'As ye wish, lady. What'n say ye 'bout these gold dragons an this'n one's ears? Be yer private words for him too? If'n not, I say links guards o'er him while we parley.'

 

[Graybeard]

Thinking over Wulfcyne's words for a brief moment, Nuria replies,

I think it would be best if our 'guest' did not hear what I have to say. It could complicate matters even more than they are. If Links would be kind enough to guard him, I can talk to Links afterwards.

Looking at the recovering warrior,

Makharat, I am glad to see you are feeling better. Your bravery in protecting our group from these cowardly attacks is much appreciated.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne nods, shoving the prisoner none to gently towards the densely armored 'forged.

Making sure the Bodyguard has the prisoner in hand, the warrior starts to search for a private spot that the group can talk at.

 

[Bront]

Makharat, I am glad to see you are feeling better. Your bravery in protecting our group from these cowardly attacks is much appreciated.

"Perhaps you're a nobler person that you show yourself to be," Valahandra says to Makharat as he arises.

 

[Graybeard]

Nuria will also look for a private place to talk. Perhaps one of the train cars is somewhat deserted?

 

[Moggthegob]

There is a small compartment, corner of a car that is ,for the moment, empty.

 

[Graybeard]

Excellent. Nuria suggests to the group we go there and talk for a few minutes.

We need to try to come up with a plan for getting the research back. Most of you have more experience in this sort of thing than I do. I wlecome all ideas.

Then, her tone of voice becoming quite serious,

There is another matter to which I need to speak to you all about.
I had hoped that I would not have to speak about this but we are returning to Sharn far earlier than I had expected. We might encounter members of my family once we arrive. They do not know that I am travelling with you. As far as I know, they do not know I left Sharn. They could complicate our mission once we are there.

 

[Mellubb]

When asked to guard the prisoner Links looks to Wulfcyne and says "I am looking to you to ensure Nuria's safety in my absence. I will see he does not move until you return.

when Nuria brings up the "complications" her house may cause he says to her "Are you in danger?"

As he stands guard over the prisoner Links will ocassionally glance around the car. Counting the number of people in it. Noting the poulation by race, gender, clothing, armorment, hair color, and activities. He will also note the frequency of people entering and exiting the car. I do not need an exact count unless you feel it may be important. I just want to describe how Links is standing guard.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

With a rough nod at the 'forged, Wulfcyne responds, 'I shant waver in this charge, good Links.'

As the White Wizard takes the others aside, his bulk looming next to Makharat, the old soldier looks confused as he asks, 'An just who be this'n Family ye refer ta, Lady Nuria? An why for were they be givin' us pause?'

To the general question given to the group, Wulfcyne responds, 'Sharn be known ta me. I got an ear ta the Tavern Talk an back alley whispers. Mayhap I can get us'n a lead on these Tarkanans, an no doubt the prisoner could lead us where we need ta go...Though we'd no doubt be walkin' inta the bear's den. But, that's why I got ma sticker for.' he ends with cruel smirk.