Sarith wondered, would he get the chance to go? It wasn't up to him, Madrigal, would surely want the thunder on this one...unless...he could coax him into thinking, otherwise...turn Madrigals, cowardice..against him, he grinned arrogantly, feeling quite witty. "To hell with this! This is all a setup! I swear it, they seek only to lure us into the open, pairing us with...lacking..comrades, Madrigal, I do believe, that this is [i]your[i] chance! You could die, and, prove to everyone that you're a god even in death, as you so often claim." Madrigals expression tightened, he was deeply contemplating these words, not sure what to think, he'd obviously been afraid of death, as Sarith, expected his cowardice would betray him.

"Who's to say I'd die?" Madrigal asked, arrogantly, but, that was merely a defensive tactic, he'd no idea that Sarith read him like an open book. "You would, you'd put up a great fight, but, there sheer force, and numbers would overwhelm you, for all we know, they could have lycans on their side...transforming into a dog for eternity...that is an unwelcome though." Sarith teased, the lycan suggestions really made Madrigals stomach turn, Sarith had to fight the feeling of laughter, he couldn't reveal his ploy. "Well, you should be the one risking your neck, not me, you're utterly useless to us, so, you'll go in my place, that's an order, and if you choose to defy me, well, then I will have you rendered a slave to my will." he threatened, keeping his authority in check, still cloaking his true feelings, he was quite convincing. "You can't do this to me! I don't want to die, yet! You bastard!" Sarith plead, deceitfully, of course, he wanted to go, Madrigals smile turned, wickedly, as if he had just sent Sarith to his damnation, but, in actuality, he'd done Sarith a great favor, he was dumb, but, valued his power, and, his skill.

Madrigal spoke up, his voice boomed, it was deep, authority entwined with his words "This...worm...will represent us." he was pointing to Sarith. Sarith turned around, and, let his smirk form, he'd done well, now he'd have his shot at greatness, he couldn't let anyone mess this up, he'd kill anyone who dared try. "I suppose I shall, and, I must say...the group is pleasing, balanced, as I proposed." He spoke up, trying to sound dismayed, but, it was hard when you actually weren't. He was content with everything, the group, the plan, getting away from Madrigal, maybe he'd even be able to kill Madrigal someday, he'd take great pleasure in that.

They'd be supplied with equipment, shoddy, of course, but it was better then getting ripped off by some half-rate merchant, trying to swindle, swindlers. He was headed for the gate, he was eager now, much more then before, before, he didn't think he'd actually be representing the necromancers. It was comforting to know a long fang was coming along, he'd absorb all the attentions, so, he could sit in the background castings spells to destroy his enemy. He was still uneasy knowing the thief was coming along, but, at least he wouldn't be trying to pick his pocket, they all had missions, the same one, and they'd all be expected to complete them, or face a terrible death, which, Sarith, personally wasn't ready for.

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