D'Artagnan was now close enough to the tent hearing the voice of the shaman,He was alone so the rabbit would have time to convince the shaman to let the group pasted Torren be damned.The only problem would be if he could actually convince the shaman if not then he would have to try another method.

"Damn it i hate talkin..." The rabbit-folk spoke to himself walking though the back of the tent behind the shaman,"Hello Sir elder" He said bowing his out of respect tapping into his knight days.