Dragonwriter
First Post
Jareth frowns again, contemplating. "We could... But as long as we're out here looking for the chest, the more likely they are to be hunting us, or have us walk into their ambush. My biggest concern is us being spread out and vulnerable." Jareth looks around, eyes going over every member of the group. "And no offense to the rest of you, but you're also not as well-protected or able to guard yourselves as Mal and I. You've got plenty of other skills, to be sure, but we're your front line. And it's hard to have a front line when the front could suddenly become anywhere else around us. And when it's easy to just go around it."
Jareth's frown becomes a bit more intense. He looks around at the various scenery, his expression deepening to glare. He mutters, "Damn it all..." before looking back to Mal and the others. "We may as well search, I suppose... But if we get ambushed, try to group up and defend yourselves. Don't take any risks. Any of you," he says pretty firmly, even indicating Mal. "I don't want any more people dying because of me," he mutters, turning away to look at the treeline.
Jareth's frown becomes a bit more intense. He looks around at the various scenery, his expression deepening to glare. He mutters, "Damn it all..." before looking back to Mal and the others. "We may as well search, I suppose... But if we get ambushed, try to group up and defend yourselves. Don't take any risks. Any of you," he says pretty firmly, even indicating Mal. "I don't want any more people dying because of me," he mutters, turning away to look at the treeline.