Massif quickly hurries past Vel, who graciously holds the hatch open for him. He gives a quick nod of what presumably is "thanks" (although with the dwarf, who really knows what he intended by it), and then moves back down to the observation deck. The warforged follows right behind.
Massif stops short at hearing this, and turns around... a puzzled look on his face.
'Uh... why are you asking ME that question? You know better than anyone whether your skills warrant using a crossbow or some other weapon or ability. Don't tell me you've been standing around this entire time with that thing in your hands...'
He motions to the crossbow that Digger is still holding.
'...just because I said I thought you might be an archer?'
When the warforged makes no move to deny this fact, Massif's face scrunches up as if in pain.
'Cripes! And here I was, telling Sorren you actually had a CHOICE in how you lived your life! Do me a favor... "Digger The Constructionist"... you have free will. Why don't you use it? The last things any of us want is a puppydog following along at our heels just because we say "Come". You do what YOU THINK is the correct course of action in a situation. And if one of the rest of us makes a suggestion to you... YOU DECIDE whether or not it makes sense and if you should do it. Don't just follow orders blindly... that's the last thing any of us want.'
The dwarf looks inward for a second.
'Or should I say "I want". I have a hard enough time keeping myself alive, I don't want to be responsible for yours as well.'
Massif turns and begins looking for another door off the observation deck to perhaps some of the cargo areas of the ship.
'Now I'm going to go take a look at some of the other areas of this ship. Would you LIKE to come with me, or would you PREFER to go back up on deck? Your choice. Although if you were to offer to come along with me, I would be very grateful to have you watching my back. Who knows what is going on down there. What say you?'
Massif stops short at hearing this, and turns around... a puzzled look on his face.
'Uh... why are you asking ME that question? You know better than anyone whether your skills warrant using a crossbow or some other weapon or ability. Don't tell me you've been standing around this entire time with that thing in your hands...'
He motions to the crossbow that Digger is still holding.
'...just because I said I thought you might be an archer?'
When the warforged makes no move to deny this fact, Massif's face scrunches up as if in pain.
'Cripes! And here I was, telling Sorren you actually had a CHOICE in how you lived your life! Do me a favor... "Digger The Constructionist"... you have free will. Why don't you use it? The last things any of us want is a puppydog following along at our heels just because we say "Come". You do what YOU THINK is the correct course of action in a situation. And if one of the rest of us makes a suggestion to you... YOU DECIDE whether or not it makes sense and if you should do it. Don't just follow orders blindly... that's the last thing any of us want.'
The dwarf looks inward for a second.
'Or should I say "I want". I have a hard enough time keeping myself alive, I don't want to be responsible for yours as well.'
Massif turns and begins looking for another door off the observation deck to perhaps some of the cargo areas of the ship.
'Now I'm going to go take a look at some of the other areas of this ship. Would you LIKE to come with me, or would you PREFER to go back up on deck? Your choice. Although if you were to offer to come along with me, I would be very grateful to have you watching my back. Who knows what is going on down there. What say you?'
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