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[color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Campsite outside Roshmi City 
[color=red][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Scathael [@Apex Sunburn]
[color=red][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Aerilyn [@Alivefalling], Mari [@princess], and Thraash [@funnyguy]
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The Warforged noted Scathael's minor reluctance in accepting the mixture though paid the reception no mind, instead preferring to cut to the Dark Elf technical query, [color=red][b]<<IT IS A BOON TO HAVE MY LIMB REJOINED. YOUR REPAIRS THUS FAR HAVE HELD UP. I DON'T DETECT ANY DEFICIENCIES IN MOTION.>>[/b][/color]

As Five spoke, he openly flexed and stressed his unarmored limb outward, testing his arm once more, causing a chorus of unmuffled clicks and clangs to resonate  Fingers curled and straightened individually, revealing the mechanical tendons pushing and pulling the articulating framework. Metallic fibers interwoven around his barely exposed radius and ulna components stretched efficiently around the different servos which coordinated the hundreds of motion processes executing all at once. Scathael's patchwork held firmly as the humeral constituents operated around the repaired site unopposed.

[color=red][b]<<YOUR REPAIRS ARE APPRECIATED,>>[/b][/color] Five concluded.

As the group conversation continued on, the topic of Vallana's safety unsurprisingly came to focus. Five viewed the child as a liability, that was for certain. Thraash, also unsurprisingly, shot what could be considered a jest towards the Warforged's direction. A crimson eye turned to face the Dragonborn in reply though they had a point. Even if they were to bring the child along, protecting her would prove difficult. Five had simulated several scenarios revolving her involvement and neither replication of reality seemed at all pleasing. Thraash's judgement was sound. The Warforged determined that his offensive potential would drop significantly if forced into a defensive position, not only subduing his maneuverability in his attacks but eliminating some of his other tricks with the idea of them unintentionally harming the young Demi-Human. The results were unacceptable.

Five's remaining free eye focused on Scathael and Vallana momentarily. It was plainly obvious ditching the child out in the wilderness was morally out of the question and would be collectively rejected. Suggesting an orphanage seemed approachable though based on Five's observations, that would prove to be a dubious solution, more so on Scathael's part. Still, it was a better conclusion, either that or  finding someone else to look after Vallana, temporarily if need be.

[color=red][b]<<SCATHAEL, DOES SHE-.>>[/b][/color]

Several short buffs of steam shot from the Warforged. Something compelled Five to slightly shift the nature of his inquiry, now knowing that the Demi-Human beside Scathael had awoken. It was a rare thing for him to stop himself while speaking, especially when the notion was the adjusting of intrapersonal etiquette for his question. How odd, [color=red][b]<<DOES, VALLANA, HAVE ANY RELATIVES LIVING OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE TO YOUR KNOWLEDGE? ASSOCIATES TO HER KIN? IF NOT, ARE THERE ANY FACILITIES NEARBY WHICH MAY WARD HER, IF ONLY TEMPORARILY?>>[/b][/color]