Marked By Destiny, Marked by Tragedy Part 2 (No Judge Yet)

[s@squ@tch]

Silvanon, Rouge 2, Hp: 12/12

Silvanon follows behind the others, his fingers on his bowstring, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that isn't supposed to be moving, or any more of those foul rats.

"Cursed rats," He murmurs to himself.

 

[Wik]

"Yeah. Cursed rats. Next time, I think we should let them chew on YOU for a while. Your clothes can't get much worse. These clothes... they're worth more than some people I know."

Brelach looks at his companions, obvious in his unspoken suggestion.

 

[stonegod]

Weapon looks at Brelach a bit confused, but still leads the way.

 

[Wik]

"Don't worry, tin man. I wasn't talking about you. You're not 'people' "

 

[Bront]

"That should make him feel better," Arvan says.

 

[Wik]

" 'Feel'? I think we have better things to do with our time than worry about a bucket of bolts and recycled arrowheads' 'feelings' - if he has them at all. Tin man isn't much better than a talking sword, and you'd do well to remember it." Brelach sneers, still upset over the dirt that has ruined his fine clothes.

 

[Bront]

Arvan shakes his head and simply continues on.

 

[stonegod]

Weapon shrugged at the insults so casually thrown his way. He probably had feelings, though they were more leveled than those of the flesh. But he did feel compelled to correct the man, insolent or not.

"My construction requires neither bolts nor arrowheads. No more than your construction requires excess components of cadavers. Such a manner of fabrication would be inefficient due to the work required, if I am to believe the Cannith heirs. I would suggest you take it up with them so your insults may be more accurate in the future."

 

[Wik]

Brelach snorts, and then grins. "Well, then, maybe not bolts and arrowheads. But they definately used a chamber pot or two in your construction, that's for sure."

 

[Patlin]

As you progress into the cavern, passages shoot off in several directions. As you look around trying to determine the best path to take, you catch a glimpse of a woman disapearing around the corner of one of the passageways.