[center][i]Jerod[/i][/center]

Jerod shrugged about the rumor of some Chon'sin group looking to track down Jacob and his Shepards. If they intended to help, great, they could join forces. If not, it would be another slaughter. There really was no middle ground in dealing with this church fanatical group, anyone aligned with them fully intended to murder everyone who stood against them. And that left the rest of the world either standing against them, or bickering amongst themselves. Typical politics at work. But it was a statement worth addressing, and Jerod gave his opinion on the matter while taking another drink from the flask he had been given. [b]"Ach, way ah' see it, tha' C'on'sin group eit'er means 'arm, and get slaug'tered t' th' man. Or t'ey ain' lookin' fer trouble, in w'ich case it get's taken fro' t'ere, savvy?"[/b]

Jerod sobered up as he was asked about why Jacob was so special, if he was at all. The Khan gave his opinion on what he saw, and it was valid. Jacob was just a kid way in over his head, and while the prayer comment might be appreciated, Jerod snorted in amusement at it. He had his beliefs, but no god like figures would be in a position to help them, probably. Men made their own miracles and fates, which was what was happening now. These gods and dragons of legend merely made things interesting, for the most part. [b]"T'e champion o' naga? Kid 'as a lot t' learn 'bout 'ow the world works, savvy? An' a world weary drunk like m'self mig't teac' 'im a t'ing or two, eh? Ah didn' do 'alf bad last time I was 'round these parts, ye know tha' much. An' prayers are good an' all, but action mig't git a bit more done."[/b]

[center][i]Niya[/i][/center]

Niya sighed, resting the palm of her hand over her eyes. That was not what she meant in the slightest. More words were needed then, and she provided them as such, barely commenting on her partners own little joke. After all, she had thought that the healer was referring to the barbarians, which she was born and raised among so this was nothing new to her at all, and that needed corrected.

[b]"You have the natural advantage of womanhood, for looks at any rate Solanne. And I was not referring to the Feroxians, I know their nature far better than you might think. The Champion of Naga, Jacob, is barely old enough to be beyond being a child and his company is worse. The black mage is psychotic, that damned bastard Jerod is a drunken fool of a mercenary, and the only sane man it seems doesn't appear to have any true command power over any of them. And this is ignoring our addition to the group, before you say anything. These are not the people I expected to be carrying the hopes of the world, it is a grim omen."[/b]

It was a lot for Niya to say, compared to her usual attitude and manner of speaking, but if Solanne needed it spelled out, Niya would gladly do so. It was obvious the healer was not happy about Jerod being around, considering her description of him, but beyond that she spoke plainly of her opinion of the group so far. It was not kind, but Niya thought it completely true and confided as such to Solanne, since she had been her companion for some time now.