A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Graybeard]

I have no death wish Makharat. I am open to other ideas. If you or anyone else here has one, I would gladly listen. Nuria states tactfully.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The warrior shrugs, looking back to the still waiting dwarf, and the warforged with their prisoner just a few feet further away.

 

[Kaodi]

Makharat absently scratches his cheek with one finger for a moment before saying, " A better plan should not be difficult to devise, unless perhaps your name is Wulfcyne and you are a fool Southlander. In the mean time, if Kundarak is willing to pay enough for our betrayal, then the rest of you may deliver the research to him. I do not care either way for these dire warnings of aberrant dragonmarks, or what they can do to your precious nations. I know where the true danger in this world lies, and it is not here, not in this, not by far. "

 

[Graybeard]

Please help us Makharat. I understand you have no love for the people from any of the nations other than your own or for any of the Houses. I respect that. You have shown great bravery and loyalty to us thus far. I only ask that you help us finish this mission. Afterwards, you may return to your home if you wish. This... occupation is very new to me. If you have a plan that has a good chance of succeeding, then please share it with us. Your opinion matters to me. Perhaps not to Wulfcyne, but it does to me.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Shrugging and rolling his eyes at the orange skinned warrior's words, the Brelander asks, 'Aye, come give us'n yer masta plan, sieur Makharat.'

 

[Mellubb]

OOC: I assume Links is out of earshot of the conversation as to ensure the prisoner can not hear the plan.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

ooc; what plan? ha ha...

 

[Kaodi]

Smiling sardonically, Makharat answers, " The first part of wisdom, fool, is knowing that there is no rush to decide on a plan when we are still hundreds of miles from where that plan is to be carried out. I will give you a plan when it is ready, not in passing when it is but half thought. "

 

[Graybeard]

Fair enough. Nuria concedes.

I suggest we delay making any decision regarding the Dwarf until we retrieve the documents.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The Warrior stands tall and nods, sizing the Tiefling up and down, growling in a harsh whisper that boded ill, 'Words o' a coward, says I. Yer time be comin', soon.' and storming off to rejoin Links.