Tancred looks back at the Dragon and the bard for a moment before turning to Karnas, still in the ground.
"You be good now," he tells the blade.
"I'm always good. It's what I'm being good AT that you should worry about," quips the evil mage.
The knight makes to leave the tent. On a whim, he pauses, and pulls a battered pot-helm out of his discarded knapsack. There's a faded family crest on the brow, but the rest is just as old and weathered as the rest of Tancred's armour. Looking at it for a moment, Tancred sighs.
He puts it on, and is ready to go.
"Shall we?" he asks Joram.
OOC: For only the SECOND time in his RPG life, Tancred is now immune to critical hits! Look out, world...
As far as the sidekicks go, well... when you get down to it, it's aEvil wizard talking to a Good dragon. They can't get organised, co-operative or even in agreement about anything... can they? o_O
[ 01-26-2003, 06:39 PM: Message edited by: Tancred ]