Gregof looks up, eyes just a bit more narrowed, [...] An obvious softening of tone and facial expression finally makes itself known, "But do come back tomorrow, midday, if you are interested in following this up further."
Antares quietly closes the door, puzzling what the Company's young reputation has to do with the matter as he does so -- should that not be even *more* reason to involve persons of weight and experience in this investigation? As to the revealed nature of the guard... that is a troubling thought. He had always thought of them as faithful bulwark, a strong wall, a safety net over all their lives. One that had not been needed as far as his own life is concerned, granted, yet one that stood ever at the ready should that need arise... Could the town really be so defenseless?
It is with a newly uncertain heart that the young mage turns and quickly trots after his departing companions...
Outside, when Antares rushes up, Onarie smiles hesitantly, "That is very kind of you, Master elf. I will offer it to the temple, as you suggest." And then she moves off in the direction of the temple, obviously wanting to get back to Anna.
"Well that was... easy," comments the elf once they are gone, somewhat nonplussed. Is it relief not to have insulted that he feels, or surprise that she did not demur even once...? Whatever the case, the goodwife's practical sense, for all its politeness, is... almost frightening -- Anna is certainly in good hands!
"I should probably only have offered half," he muses to his friends as they all turn towards the Half and Human.
"Ya think we should go in those bloody tunnels again, and keep searching for the origin of the shimmering water? Boy, we were lucky enough to make it back up to the surface. I say we let the guards handle the little creeps, ye know, a good hack and slash, while we do some other things that need doing, and from which we could get paid more. We'll be more equipped and more capable of handling whatever is there once we've done some more jobs. What say you?" the dwarf says, then goes to order a round of ale.
"Ah, the expedition," answers the young elf after a blink.
"There is that as well," he admits, scratching at a knot on the table surface.
"Yet I too was - hm - actually hoping, in the worst of cases, to - ah - delay that happy event for at least a few days? While we investigate all that can be found above ground, that is?" (And he has had a chance to steady his nerves).
"There are the gems, and the runes, and the waters; and the bell as well? And then the expedition itself needs organizing; all of which we are likely better qualified to pursue, given our chosen nature? In truth I spoke shortly with the officer after you left so abruptly, master Stonehand, and strangely he does not seem convinced the council will allow the guard to investigate in our stead -- which I found most puzzling..." For surely he is mistaken in that assessment...? In any event,
"Perhaps we should delay decisions until we hear from them on the morrow?"
Bosco slips off to secure his loot at last, particularly if these lunatics are intent on him being thrust into danger once more.
OOC: Can Antares spot him trying to exit, Gambler?
