Dantes notices Brendon's impatience and reassures the lad in a low tone.
"Don't worry lad, Syrathic can take care of himself. Besides he's got us for backup."
Dantes tried to sounds reassuring, but he could tell from Brendon's reactions that he was not very successful, so he then attempts to make small talk.
"So Brendon what got you into archery, you seem to be quite the marksman with that bow of yours."
Dantes tried to sounds casual and unworried, but his voice cames out hoarse and weak. Be it the oppressive darkness all around them, or the ominous feeling of a hundred million tons of stone above their heads Dantes could not tell, but he could tell that group getting discouraged and was a little strained from their ordeal thus far. They had been travelling for a while underground without any answers to the questions that brought them there, and they had faced nothing but hazards and potential enemies since begining on their quest, not to mention their healer had wondered off on some quest for his god or something, leaving the party in dire straights as far as healing that may need to be done on them. It didn't take elven eyesight to see that their quest to rid Ironworks of the ravaging hunger was not going well. Dantes could only hope for the best and carry on. He knew going in that this wasn't going to be easy, all he could do was hope and carry on. Hope. . . and carry on. . .
OOC: just messing around a bit [img]tongue.gif[/img]
and nothing against you leaving Cerek I completely understand, I was just RPing from my character's perspective, but I did want to add that I do hope you make it back by the time we wrap this up it is always good RPing with you [img]smile.gif[/img]
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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