[color=9966CC]"It's a pot. Lovely. Perhaps we make a stew for whatever it is that we're hunting?"[/color] Baron said as Cassandra finished her display of power. Though his words chided, his voice betrayed his jovial tone -no offence meant in the comment. [color=9966CC]"[i]Pit of Creation[/i], eh? Always respect for a named implement. Can't wait to see exactly what you create with your pit, mon trésor."[/color] He said, voice dripping with flattery. This witch was one of the few Baron didn't already have a negative attitude towards, and he was just itching for an excuse to move her to the other list. Something about witches tended to rub him the wrong way -well, maybe that's just everyone. 

Of course, her chiding Drake only served to higher elevate his thoughts of her -maybe this team wasn't entirely bad. He, out of better judgement, refrained from laughing directly at Drake after the comment, though the temptation was there. His entrance into the cauldron broke Baron's willpower. Like a slab of balsa wood it splintered, and Baron let out a harsh wheezing chuckle. His tentacles moved around, tips pointing directly at Drake as they circled around. They (along with Baron) considered bodily pulling the man-child from the pot. He was rather glad to see that Jaklo took the initiative for him.

[i]"We are on job right now. So stop fucking around before I send you back to the office in a wheelchair. You can mess around on your own time, not when there are lives on the line. So are you gonna act like a hunter or a child?"[/i] Came the harsh shout as the hunter brandished his weaponry. Baron smiled with a new respect for him. [color=9966CC]"Saying what we all were thinking."[/color] Baron stated simply, his tentacles waving in the storm. 

A set of the tentacles flared [color=orange]bright orange[/color], as the mist around them faded away. The now metallic tentacles swirled in a lazy pattern near Drake, anticipating an outburst or violent payback for Jaklo's maneuver. When Drake apolagised civilly, Barons eyes widened in surprise. [color=9966CC]"How... uncharacteristically mature of you. Maybe you're not a lost cause yet."[/color] He commented in passing, before looking to Jaklo. [color=9966CC]"Now, let's take some of that pent up aggression and direct it towards our quarry, hm?"[/color] He said, pulling out his dueling blade with a casual flourish. He stood straighter, allowing a tentacle of his to take hold of the cane as he pointed his sword in the direction it had appeared that Jaklo was most attentive earlier.

[color=9966CC]"Allons-y, mes camarades."[/color] He said rather non-committaly, turning back to Cassandra. [color=9966CC]"Assuming, of course, that you can move your 'Hole of Making Things', that is."[/color] He said, remembering the rather elaborate process she had had to go through just to conjure the thing, let alone get to the (hopefully) impressive part.