
Time: Morning
Location: Camp of the misfits
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, FIVE @shiningsector
The wheels had begun turning between the group members about how to deal with Vallana. Thraash was not particularly married to any idea, only hoping the majority agreed on something so they could get moving. He yearned for action and amas in that exact order, especially since his skirmish with FIVE at the Nest hadn’t scratched that itch. If anything, lying on the ground for most of the brawl left him quite teased for combat. He held his instrument of chaos in his grasp, and string by string, he quietly checked its tuning.
“None taken,” Thraash had piped in when Scathael mentioned the girl being in better hands with a hungry dragon that of cheap help. Even if the dragonborn had a more sensitive disposition, he couldn’t deny the cruelty of a hungry dragon. The only thing worse would be a vengeful dragon, a creature that would slew your family, friends, and livestock followed by using the remnants of what used to be your home to mark the mass murder. Then there was the matter of the relation Thraash had to true dragons. The special treatment given to dragonborns by dragons could barely even be considered special. The likelihood of being burned, frozen, or melted was far less than other races but that was usually as far as social relations went.
Mari stepping up to take responsibility for the child seemed strange to Thraash, but only for a moment. This situation was unique for them as a pair, but not so much when it came to Mari. Her actions made sense, knowing her and the hell she crawled from all those years ago. Probably sees herself in the little one. Makes sense.
Scathael’s second mention of not meaning to offend Thraash warranted a scoff. He removed one of his hands from his instrument and slid it across his opposite arm.
“I’m far from soft, Dark Elf. You’re gonna need sharper words than that to offend me.” He said with a hint of a grin. “Besides your spot on. Mari and the rabbit girl are the only ones that’ll even return a smile. I’m too solid for the soft-as-baby-shit type of bonding, you have the meanest fucking stoneface I’ve ever seen. I mean you’re neck and neck with Five when it comes to facial expressions and…” Thraash motioned his hand pointedly to the face of the Warforged. “...yeah. Anyway, it sounds like we got our shit together when it comes to our little VIP. I’ll be the loudest thing out there besides the screams of agony, so feel free to pop a few shots if they’re worth somethin’.”
Most at least a rough outline of a formation planned out and food served, the group could get moving. It was about time they killed something.