Rogue mentally shook his head at all of them and shifted into his normal shape once his wing wound was healed. He was a red haired man with tawny skin that had dark, tiger-like birthmarks on his the sides and back of his neck and a long scar ran from his left temple, over his eye and down to his jaw. He was about 6'7 and dressed in black leather armor that covered him from neck to foot, a two foot blade strapped to each hip. There was a high tech longbow and a matching quiver of arrows in a on his back.
He rubbed a spot below his shoulder blade, the phantom of pain lingering.
"Damn," he said, looking at the tableau before him. An Erubescan Knight who acted like she owned the flea bitten ash town, Orion who was apparently coated in metal, and then this dude with the unnaturally deep voice pointing out one of the many obvious facts about ash towns and the inhabitant that live there.
When the male offered to do what mercenaries do best for a little cash, Rogue grinned. He was beginning to like the man, despite the situation.
"You know he's right, don't you, Miss?" the red haired shapeshifter looked up at the Knight.
"If you somehow end up dead here, your corpse won't be treated with the respect it would get in Erubesco. nope," he shook his head.
"It will be stripped of anything useful, especially your fancy weapon. Quite even your clothes. And then the rats and whatnot will eat your flesh." He said all of this matter of factly-he'd seen it happen more than once. He turned to Orion.
"You got some balls, brother," he called.
"If you die here, I'll bury you body good and proper. You ever need a ride anywhere, ask for Rogue Nightmare." Damn, that man had some serious guts just trying to walk away from the Knight like that. Even coated in metal like he was, there was the possibility she could break through the metal and spill said impressive guts.
Member
