dddawson
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Lucian
Lucian's expression flickers to absolutely blank for a moment when he sees the gold, then returns to its usual placid, affable expression. "Certainly, Raven. This, at least, is a task I can accomplish, even if handling coin directly was considered beneath my beloved brother." His gaze is momentarily distant, but he shakes his head and is once again in the here and now.
He begins to efficiently sift through the coins, trying to work with the others who have laid apparent claim to the money. now, no need for squabbling. We can carry it in common now, or divide it up for greater safekeeping. Dividing it into various pockets is, I think, less of a burden than carrying it all in a sack. Who has suitable pockets?" [/COLOR]he asks, putting a few coins in each of the surprisingly large number of pockets around his clothes. "Axel, I believe we already learned that your pockets may not be suitable."
He then looks over at Morn, Tanarel and Geramon.
"Now as for the other matter of contention...please, how many times must we cover this? While some of us may not be as...personable as others, and have clashing styles of action, we are, after all, united in purpose for now. Until we reach freedom, we can trust each other to support the group, because we all know that is the only way we will survive. No further trust than that is required...but certainly no less. Friend Morn has the right of things; conflict amongst ourselves serves no use."
(OOC: Diplomacy check?)
Lucian's expression flickers to absolutely blank for a moment when he sees the gold, then returns to its usual placid, affable expression. "Certainly, Raven. This, at least, is a task I can accomplish, even if handling coin directly was considered beneath my beloved brother." His gaze is momentarily distant, but he shakes his head and is once again in the here and now.
He begins to efficiently sift through the coins, trying to work with the others who have laid apparent claim to the money. now, no need for squabbling. We can carry it in common now, or divide it up for greater safekeeping. Dividing it into various pockets is, I think, less of a burden than carrying it all in a sack. Who has suitable pockets?" [/COLOR]he asks, putting a few coins in each of the surprisingly large number of pockets around his clothes. "Axel, I believe we already learned that your pockets may not be suitable."
He then looks over at Morn, Tanarel and Geramon.
"Now as for the other matter of contention...please, how many times must we cover this? While some of us may not be as...personable as others, and have clashing styles of action, we are, after all, united in purpose for now. Until we reach freedom, we can trust each other to support the group, because we all know that is the only way we will survive. No further trust than that is required...but certainly no less. Friend Morn has the right of things; conflict amongst ourselves serves no use."
(OOC: Diplomacy check?)