[color=00AEFF]”So instead of an honor duel it’s gonna be a no-holds-barred beatdown. Great.”[/color] Vgidis said with a great deal of sarcasm. Kvarr seemed to be a bit more level-headed from what she could see, though Esedel’s deference to Silbermine still gnawed at any growing peace of mind. Maybe things would be easier if he met with a tragic accident when out looking for the lost cargo. Stumbled upon a crate of damaged mining charges, body couldn’t be recovered, impossible to prove foul play… The locals needn’t know how stable modern plastic explosives actually were. Eh, no worries, Ezra probably already had a plan.

She was going to ask something else, but seeing Kareet under siege, she decided the learned bird could use some breathing room. Instead she separated a portion of the Shirik Sea Monster, bringing it to the shotgun-toting stickfigure that was her fellow grease monkey. [color=00AEFF]”You look like you could eat something. How’s your back?”[/color] She handed him the leaf-wrapped fish and took over his watch with her weapon.

Looking at the gathering from ‘the outside’ was bizarre in a way. Twenty hours ago, things were… heated. Now they were sitting around the table, eating, drinking and singing. Or whatever passed for singing to these people. [color=00AEFF]”This week’s been a fucking fever dream, and I don’t know if it’s finally getting better or if this is the calm before the storm. Did your history teacher ever tell you that story of the Russian and German ambassadors meeting for dinner and wine as friends the day before World War One, both knowing their countries would be at war the next day?”[/color] Getting an idea of how people were feeling was hard when they were members of a species unknown a week ago. Nellara [i]looked[/i] calm, but [i]was[/i] she? Kvarr and Esedel seemed cordial, or was it an elaborate facade and they were already planning to shank each other?