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LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Will we ever know? WHO : Lorequinn Quinn watches, with an almost amused smirk as she stumbles over her words.... "Would you deign to protect a liar?" she asks,  He pauses for a moment, looking into her ruby-eyes,  He reaches a hand out to cup her cheek,  "Always..." he whispers to her,  Looking down he almost lets his hand drop, But he feels it, the momentum spurring him to action, the same longing aching feeling he had felt playing his heartstrings like a fiddle,  He pulls her head towards him, placing his arm about the small of her back and bringing her in close, laying a single kiss upon her scarlet lips... .. He withdraws slightly, looking into her now opening eyes,  "I know Lorelei.... I know."

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Will we ever know? WHO : Lorequinn Lorelei cannot meet his eyes in her admission.  She mentally prepares herself to explain, and to meet the worst possible outcome of that explanation.  She's well rested, and in her mind she recites the mantra for shield of faith... When she feels a hand on her cheek, she looks back up, startled, to notice how very green Quinn's eyes are and how terribly close he is.  Lorelei feels another twist in her heart as he affirms his promise despite what she's said.  She raises a hand to his chest, about to push him away, make him listen... but her hand goes limp as he pulls her close and his lips touch hers.  Simple and sweet, and yet it makes every thought fly from her mind, her eyes fluttering closed.   Too brief.  She leans into him, chasing his lips as he pulls away, but takes hold of herself before she steals another kiss. She almost doesn't hear what he says.  She certainly doesn't make sense of it for another moment.  Her eyes snap open when she does, her hand on his chest firm once more as she pushes back slightly to look him in the eye, brow furrowed.  She searches his expression, looking for hints that he speaks true, and, most importantly, that he had guessed true.  She reads certainty, and she thinks over the past days and all the little ways that she's given herself away, but despite those things, how can she be sure what he believes is right?  "Do you?" She asks, voice a whisper, her hand curling around a strap on his armor, knuckles going white, watching his face for every minute change.  "Do you?" She repeats, louder,  insistent, intense, her eyes a mix of fear and cautious hope.

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Will we ever know? WHO : Lorequinn Quinn feels a weight in his chest give way, 'I just had to do that....'  He breathes for a moment as she almost pleads to him, "Do you?"  "I know enough... Lory... I don't care... what you are... I care about who you are."  He sighs, resting his forehead against hers for a moment.  He smiles,  "This doesn't have to be forever... won't be... forever, but it can be for the now... do you understand what I'm saying?" He whispers, lifting his forehead away from hers,  He pauses for a moment, tucking a stray hair behind her ear,  "This is... this all for another time I'm afraid...come Lory. We have preparations to make, Bupidido will fall today."  As he speaks, he opens her clenched palm with his hand, in it's place he leaves a wrought iron amulet, in the shape of a large falcon.  "Hang onto this for me... and if I perish in the fights to come, take it back to my home... take it back to Breeland, bury it in the soil of my country." 

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Lorequinn Lorelei can't think on the implications of that moment until she knows, until she is sure that that he truly knows what she is... then his forehead rests against hers, granting that closeness she's missed so much more than she thought she could for so long and she almost stops caring.  She searches his expression for more than he gives in words.  Has he not given more than enough?    "Most do." She mutters, shaking her head slightly, but not enough to break contact.  It only leaves her with a dozen more doubts swirling in her head.  Their paths align for now, but as to the future?  She has a name and a place and she cannot diverge from her mission for anything.  She couldn't for Mira, she couldn't for anything, even the temple was a stop on the road, a realignment of her purpose, an affirmation of her humanity, her mortality .  She doesn't have time for girlish fancy.  Her time for such things is past and though she missed any chances she might have had, that does not mean she gets to make up for it now. As he pulls away, she expects more promises, more silly declarations, and is surprised when she's met with a shock of reality amid the surrealism of the moment.  It pulls her out of it, makes her realize how much she has leaned into his touch, how much worry has constricted her thoughts, makes her remember herself.  Not forever.  Not even for a while, maybe.  For now.  What's wrong with having something for yourself along the way?  Just for the moment, just for the joy of it. Maybe... maybe no one gets hurt here.  Maybe she hasn't learned her lessons as well as she thought. Stolen from her thoughts, she feels the cool metal pressed into her hand and she looks down at it with furrowed brow, then back to Quinn.  She loosely closes her hand around it, shaking her head. "No righteous will die today.  I'll not allow it." She says, meeting his eyes with a determined stare.  "My body will be your shield, my arm the weapon to cut down those who would dare to take the breath from us.  I will hold onto this, and I will swear to do this for you, if that will give you comfort, but know we do not die here."  Lorelei takes the amulet, fastening it to her collar and letting it fall below her chain mail, where it lays protected over her heart.  She straightens her back again, her chin high as she looks back to him.  "Now... perhaps I can help you in scouting the area, setting any traps.  I can..." the tips of her ears turn slightly red and her expression goes a little sheepish "...I can see rather well in the dark."

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Everyone Lorelei and Quinn finally turn and notice Thorum and Pockets staring at them.  Thorum has a quizzical eyebrows raised and Pockets is silently drawing a picture while glancing up at them occasionally. .  Thorum glances over her shoulder at the drawing and says, "Nice."

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Everyone Quinn blinks once slowly as an affirmative to Lorelei's promise of protection,   "I should be insulted," He says teasingly, " I can well take care of myself."  To which he laughs, as he turns to see Thorum looking questioning and Pockets jotting something down on paper with quick strokes, "Oh.... uhm." He stumbles, looking a little embarrassed,  "Don't you two have work to do? Or something..... anything?" Quinn shakes his head as he can hear their laughter, 

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Everyone Lorelei huffs a small laugh, shaking her head, cheeks turning a rosy color.  She startles as she hears Quinn speak to the others, looking up quickly at them, like a spooked deer.  She feels her cheeks heat further, can tell that the tips of her ears are turning red at Thorum's expression.  She's ready to skulk away to a corner to hide when she sees Pockets has a face of concentration, making a last stroke on a... paper?  She turns it around, expression completely flat as she shows off her work. Lorelei's mind goes blank for all of three seconds, her jaw dropping slightly. In one motion, with all her considerable might, Lorelei shoves Quinn away, stepping back.  She cuts her hand through the air, expression twisting with anger and embarrassment. "I am not-" She starts, but trips over her words, flustered.  "That wasn't- destroy it!  Burn it!" Lorelei stomps toward the kender, red-faced and furious. "I am not some swooning- there were no roses! "

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Everyone With the composure and calm of a thousand ancient gods the Bard folded the paper up and put it into one of her 100 pockets, one located on the back of her vest under her cloak and waited for Lorelei. When the raging woman reached her she looked up at her face and simply stated " No ".

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For a YA Romance Novel WHO : Everyone As Pockets... pockets the picture when Lorelei comes to a stop before her, Lorelei has to stop herself for a moment.  She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and counting to five.  This is not happening.   She opens her eyes again and sees Pockets standing there, unaffected.  How is this happening?   Lorelei stares back, hands clenching into fists at her side, knuckles white as she tries to restrain herself. "Pockets."   She grits out through her teeth.  " Get rid of it.  Do not make me ask a third time.  Why-?  Why would you even-?" 

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone The Kender grins at Lorelei. " Because it's fun. You know what that is, right? Fun? It's what you should have more than tears and anger and - " gesturing vaguely at Lorelei " all this drama. Yeah things aren't looking to good. Yeah we're in the Underdark. But you know what isn't going to make that better? Worrying over every little thing that could or could not happen. " At this point Pockets was only half-joking. She hadn't talked to Lorelei very much until now but - apart from Kennith - the paladin had been the least fun member of the group. Maybe it was a religious thing. Either way, it was time to see what she was truly made of in that regard.

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone Something inside her shifts just slightly.  For a moment there's someone else entirely standing in front of her.  For a moment, a halfling of fiery orange hair, freckled cheeks and wide, trickster smile is looking up at her with challenge in bright green eyes. "Do I know what fun is?" Lorelei says dangerously, a hint of a smirk crawling onto her face as she rests her hands on her hips, leaning down slightly to better meet the kender's gaze.  "Sure, I know what fun is.  You know what I think is fun?" a slight chill comes to the air that accompanies her power and her voice echoes as she speaks her command, grin becoming a little wider, with a flash of sharp canines.  " Dance ."

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone Quinn laughs out loud, as Lorelei shoves him away, he almost stumbles and falls, as he recovers himself, he hears  Lorelei say, "Dance."  Only to watch the kender blink twice, then start doing possibly one of the most awkward dances he's ever seen before, he  watches for a moment before Pockets points at him, miming winding up a fishing rod, singing loudly,  " I wanna dance with somebody!"  He almost falls over from laughter, he thinks for a moment, when has it last been since he properly laughed... a deep laugh from his stomach.  He struts over, pretending to be a fished hooked, and begins dancing with Pockets in a similarly awkward way.  Looking over to Lorelei, and pointing he joins Pockets in singing. "I...! I wanna dance with somebody!" He grins at her and winks, motioning to Lanore and Thorum to join in. 

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone As the six seconds of her command runs up and the dancing continues, Lorelei looks on in horror at what she has wrought. I did this to myself. Yet, let it not be said that Pockets cannot carry a tune.  Lorelei huffs, crossing her arms and looking away, but involuntarily finds herself tapping her foot to the song.

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone It would not be possible for Lanore's eyebrows to rise any further.  She starts to giggle and to no one in particular, asks the question, "What the fuck?"

LOCATION : Still Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : Time For Fun(?) WHO : Everyone Thorum gives a sad smile to the dancers and silently slips away.  He was in no mood to join in the revalries.  Not while his brother was out there somewhere.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Everyone She's running on pure adrenaline.  Never before had she witnessed something so horrifying, so terrifying, even in her years of searching for her father.  Nor had she ever felt quite so alive.  Her heart is hammering away in her chest, she knows that she's bleeding from multiple wounds, including a bite on her shoulder that throbs with pain.  As she drags Angus out from the tunnel, the rock blocking the path behind them, she swears, closing her left eye as blood drips down from her forehead, where the rock had struck her. She staggers to her feet, reaching up the wipe the blood from her eye, smearing it across the side of her face.  She sees the others and feels such a profound relief that a laugh bubbles up, slightly hysterical as she quickly crosses the space to Quinn and drags him close for a kiss.  It's all adrenaline and relief, just reveling in the fact that they're still alive.  It's brief, and she pulls away a second later, knowing that they still have far to go, and fast.  She takes his hand and pulls him along as they continue to run from the caves.  She glances over the state of the others, her eyes stalling on Saruuc.  She does a double take, nearly tripping over herself at-- are those...?  are his...?   Already red-faced, she shakes her head, looking away and moving to unstrap her long sword from her hip as she runs.   She hurries up to his side, reaching out to take his arm briefly and press the sword and scabbard into his hand.  She hardly uses it these days, finding that she favors heavier weapons, but its value is more than its use. "It's not much, but it's something." She says, out of breath, "it was gifted to me by my mentor.  Do not lose it. " She stresses the last words, then lets go, taking Quinn's hand again and running on.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Everyone After standing outside of the tunnels for a few moments waiting for the rest of the party, Saruuc's adrenaline from earlier begins to fade. Looking down at his own body, his hands seem to fall and gesture at the lack of armor and weapons. His mouth slightly opens as his eyes reflect a deep sadness overcome him.  As everyone finally gets out of the caves and begin kissing each other with joy, Saruuc stands there his eyes focusing on something far away. Lorelei then begins walking over to him, but not before she gawks some at his nipples. " Go ahead, stare at them, mock them, try to cut them off, you wouldn't be the first." He thinks to himself. Lorelei as she stands in front of Saruuc finally takes her first good look at the hobgoblin out of his armor since he had joined the party. Whereas with armor on, Saruuc looked large and imposing, his actual frame is of a leaner body type than Lorelei first thought. Scars dance across his body, but most of the abuse seems centered on his chest and specifically his nipples, which have a shine to them almost in starch contrast to the deep red color of his body. Along his right upper arm lies what must have once been a tattoo, but has now been scratched and scarred in order to destroy the remnants of whatever was there. Finally from the front Lorelei can only make out the ends of the tattoo, but she sees what appears to be the tips of tentacles which come around the front, but only by a few inches. Two come on opposite sides of his shoulders, two reach around opposite side of his ribcage, and the last two reach around from his hips. All six tentacles originate from one point on his back as the tattoo shows them coming down onto Saruuc rather than reaching out from inside him.   As Lorelei hands her sword to Saruuc, she sees his eyes are completely glossed over, as he just follows the motions she prompted. He grabs the sword halfheartedly and then begins trudging along with the rest of the party. Not a word escapes his lips while his gaze rests on the ground. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Everyone As she moves to continue on, Lorelei notices Saruuc's blank stare and she slows down to stay next to him.  As much animosity as there was between them not hours ago, Lorelei felt only relief when she saw the hobgoblin still alive in that cave. " Hey ." She puts her hand on his arm again, gentler. "Saruuc, are you with us?" She frowns at his state, wishing she could heal him some but knowing that she must save what power she has left for the challenges ahead. "We've a ways to go yet before we're out of the woods.  Can you hold together?"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Everyone Saruuc's gaze neither rises nor falls, he merely nods his head to her questions. His eyes then suddenly widen as he looks up in the direction the group is heading. His hands tighten and relax as his voice whispers something so softly, barely a sound is made. Paying no attention to Lorelei he moves faster to catch up with the rest of the group. A steel determination in his eyes as they look onwards. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Everyone Lorelei strains to hear what he says, but it's hard to hear above the pounding of blood in her ears.  She sighs as Saruuc goes on ahead, though his gaze does seem sharper.  Lorelei picks up her pace to keep up.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Pockets, Ront, Angus Blood drips from the new wound upon Angus's head, helped outside by the pale woman, close to death, half blind. The adrenaline slowly fades over come with simple joy of being alive, Angus grabs Ront bring him low enough to plant a slobbery kiss upon his forehead. "Looks like ive saved yer arse, and you mine once again you ugly bastard"  Angus lets out a belly of laughter as Ront looks in complete confusion only managing a confused Grunt in response as his own injuries and fatigue battle to take over his limbs. Angus tries his best to make his way towards pockets, his Kender friend slightly ahead of his current position. "Oi, You crazy little demon, what was going through you mind back their, you nearly..." Air trapped in his throat and emotion stirs as Angus tries to fight it down and keep his composure. "I could of lost you, damn it Pockets, I do the crazy stuff not you lass, when you dropped in the cave back there" A tear dropped from an eye followed by a stream of blood from the other as water collided with dry blood setting it free. A moment passes before Angus regains his composure "I thought i lost you lass, lost you to my damned fool of an idea, You should of left us and saved yourself and the rest wee one, look at me, i am a bloody mess, in every literal sense of the meaning". A toothy grin looks down at Pockets as the fight against searing pain continues to rage through every fibre of the beaten body.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Pockets, Angus Pockets kept quiet while Angus spoke, but she could feel her body vibrating with anger. Her response to him was not immediate, her voice trembling. " You don't get to do that. You don't get to complain about losing people. You don't - " her voice broke. The Kender could feel how close she was to a breaking down, though whether she wanted to cry or yell she couldn't say. " You act like you can just do whatever you want, go out and... and die without any consequences. Like there is no one else who'd be affected by this. Like you wouldn't have a brother . Like you wouldn't have - " she stopped again, feeling something well up in her throat. But what else was there left to say? Angus didn't give a shit about what she said, he'd still turn around and throw himself in front of any and all danger. There was no point. She huffed, turned around and went to leave. There was no point .

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Run WHO : Pockets, Angus The words from pockets cut deeper than any weapon, hitting him deep in the chest dropping his head, chin and beard hitting his chest as his eyes meet the ground. "I do know there is consequences, i..." Angus thoughts came back looking up as pockets turns to walk away. " Pockets" Angus sais with a booming voice filled with power and conviction "I've lost too many people i care about, i throw my self into danger because...because I lo..." Cutting himself short Angus looks away for a brief moment regaining composure "Because i cant let anything happen to you or my brother, or my, my friends. Ive never been smart, like everyone else, I'm fully aware of the consequences, just look at the state of me, I'm broken. But me being broken is fine with me if YOU wee lass, my Pockets is healthy, (Angus motions to everyome else with a throw of his hand) If everyone else is safe. You have so many dreams so much intrigues you, excites you, THAT is worth so much more, im filled with anger, regret, RAGE, but if i can use that to see you safe at risk of myself, to see Thorum open up his own smithy and be with the love of his life, even if it means looking down from Moradins great feast hall. If i can give my life" The word "life" falls off his tongue like a mountain of emotion, tears running down each eye soaking his beard.  "I'm a bloody mess lass, but to me giving my life in honor of the few i love, THAT i think is worthy, of a true death in battle. Id like nothing more than to whitness with my own eyes, eye, the joy you find in your life, and in Thorums" Angus watches Pockets trying to guage what her emotions meant where they came from why was she so angry at him for wanting to save her just as much as Thorum, deciding to say the only.thing that felt right at that moment Angus moves towards pockets and speaks lowly enough for her to hear his words. "I'm truly sorry ive hurt you this much, just understand that i do care Pockets and it hurts me that i have angered you"  That being said his words escaaping spoken with complete honesty and sorrow, the sadness worn like like a mask for all the word to whitness. Angus opens his arms offering a hug "Sorry"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus At first Angus' yelling did nothing to stop her. Really, what could he say that wasn't obvious or said already? "Because... because I lo..." Pockets head snapped back around and she fully turned towards him. What. What? The rest of his words washed over her, though not because she wasn't paying attention. The Kender registered every word, almost dissecting them in her head to figure out the real meaning. In the end... in the end she realized that he was like her. Not exactly the same, not fully, but when it came down to it they looked a themselves in the same light. How should she respond to that? What do you answer when you yourself have waited to hear the response? She looked at Angus, standing in front of her, waiting for her to hug him back. Her face was unusually empty as the words slowly left her mouth. " No. I won't accept your apology. " She paused. " Not right now. Not until you apologize for the right thing, to the right person. " Pockets felt an eerie calm wash over her. The same feeling you got just before something was coming. " I don't know why you... why you hate yourself. I don't know what caused that - " Her voice broke off and she felt the tears enter her eyes. " ...but I know what it feels like. " Ah. There it was. She took a deep breath. " My family could not have made it any clearer that I was not only a waste of space, but a nuisance they were legally obligated to feed and house. It took me 16 years to figure out why they were wrong, that they were wrong. I still forget it from time to time. " Pockets quickly wipes the corners of her eyes, looks into the distance and then firmly puts her hands on her hips. " Sometimes I wake up and think that this group would be better off without me... endangering them. Then I think that no, I would still make a fine body shield at the very least. And then, at the very end, only when I've gotten through both of those do I think no . I need to stop looking at myself like that. I'm worth something. I don't know what right now, but I played a good song last week that made my friends smile, so there's that. " The Bard's eyes turn back to Angus. " I don't know what you'll have to tell yourself to get there. Hell, sometimes I don't know what to tell myself to get there. But you need to try. And until you have apologized to yourself, I won't accept your apology to me. " And with that last statement she stops and waits. Waits to see what she just caused.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus If words where weapons Angus felt like he had just been struck by a thousand arrows "Who is the right person to apologise to?" Angus wondered, confused, bewildered at Pockets response.  Hearing Pocket's words struck a long faded chord Angus hadn't though about in a long time, The moment he hated himself, the moment that changed him forever that triggered a part of him that made him so angry, that had him hating himself blaming himself for that family's death when he was so young. Rage was trying to find its way to the surface as anger rose, built up ready to explode but it did not come, Angus was spent, the raw emotion Pockets was showing was shredding him asunder inside, beneath the skin. Hearing the pain in her voice, the suffering she was going through Angus understood, he had similar feelings himself, they weren't so different inside, beneath the shell of their bodies Angus thought. "Pockets"  Angus said, barely managing to whisper her name under the emotions rising inside. "How...Why.."  A long sigh escapes his lips, defeated in the wake of Pocket's anger at him, in her own grief being released. "No" Angus thought to himself. "You think we would be better off without you? Without you we wouldn't of made it out the prison itself all that time ago, your far from worthless or a body shield" The words aggressively are thrown together frustration releasing. "You are a fucking survivor lass, you have proven that a multitude of times. I understand your plight and struggles for i feel the same in my own way. I was always the deviant, if it wasn't for Thorum I would be in a Dwarven prison or a criminal or worse. I cant control the aggression inside at times, if it wasn't for him i wouldn't be who i am today, I.., I even have the same feeling around you, I feel around you, even in my worst state you could stop that Anger, the hate." Angus meets pockets gaze, staring deep into her eye trying to see past, inside. "I don't want to die, I know i'm worth something even like you i don't see what that is at times, People care about me i know that too, i do. It's just..." Angus stops himself unable to find the right words to what he is trying to say stops and continues. "It's Just your worth something to me, you make me smile when there is nothing to smile about, your voice rings out true like a symphony of angels when you sing. You even wrote me that song you shared only with me, a kindness no-one has ever done before, What i am trying to say is...You have worth even if you fail to see it, i can". Thought's swirl around Angus's head. "I don't know how to apologise to myself, I don't even know if i am ready to do such a thing, i know there was nothing i could of done, but it doesn't stop me for blaming myself for what happened. But maybe you could help me reach that point? When we have a chance, I'll tell you what happened, If.." Angus struggled to say the last part pausing trying to find the strength to continue "If you want that?" Angus looks at Pockets waiting, waiting for any response to show he hadn't lost his Pockets.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus The Kender listened to Angus defend her and then immediately criticize himself with his next breath. Although her first instinct was to speak up to argue with him, she suppressed it. It was his turn to release a string of words that could make or break their... friendship? She only had a vague idea of what this was now. His next words pushed it somewhere . About him feeling around her, her voice sounding like 'a symphony of angels' - her bardic discipline didn't even have anything to do with music, let alone singing - and her kindness... there were things happening and she had no idea how to do this. Thankfully Angus' next words took her mind off of that, even if it was only for the moment. There was some incident in his past he had trouble with, that was good. An event was something precise to focus on, one moment, not a long amount of time filled with tiny incidents that added up. It must have been substantial to get him to where he was now, but she could work with that. " We... can work with that. " A small amount of tension seemed to leave her body and she gave Angus a small smile. This could work.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus Angus felt hope, hope he hadnt lost another person he cared about because of his own misdoings. All he could give pockets in return was a smile turning round he started limping putting more effort into each step struggling to catch up and keep pace with the rest. Angus turnt his head after turning to set off again, looking at Pockets. "A story for a safer time, we should continue before we fall to far behind the others, im slow enough as it is" Angus winked at Pockets hoping some humour would settle the tension they just sparked between them. "Your probably faster than me, but...care for a piggy back like old times? Oh and Pockets i promise i'll stay safe and try work on my...self? Just for you and i guess for me too"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to ??? WHO : Pockets, Angus Although Pockets still wasn't one hundred percent sure what was happening, she smiled back and caught up with him. " I'd rather you'd do it for yourself first, but I'll take it. " After climbing up onto his back and putting her hands on his shoulders she decided - what the hell. Time to take a chance. Keeping her tone light and happy she asked " Angus? What were you about to say back then? When you cut yourself off? " as nonchalantly as she could.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus The words sent angus's mind spiraling, his neck heating up, the bottom of his ears burning, a full on blush of reddness spreading like a rash from the neck all the way uo to his cheeks and face. "Ehm, well, its just,...i dont know, i guess spending so much time with you, i just..." The last part come out muffled said in a quietness made so even pockets would struggle to hear it. "Care about you"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Eye WHO : Pockets, Angus Pockets has a hard time suppressing a laugh when she sees Angus turn red. " Alright, alright, good to know. " Just when she was about to rest her hand against his back she remembers - " Oh! " her head raises back up, " I do still have your eye by the way. Just - if you want to have that, let me know. " Then she finally goes to rest her head against his shoulder blades.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Pockets, Angus "My eye?! Wait how did...never mind, tell you what you keep a hold of that for me just now, that way if were apart i can...Keep my eye on you!" Angus lets out a gentle laugh, just enough for pockets to pick up on him teasing her. Then her head rested against his shoulders, a smile cant be helped but find its way through the pain, tiredness, and fear angus was feeling. But in that moment he was happy.

LOCATION : Moving towards the light DATE/TIME : The day after Saruuc  WHO : Pockets, Angus (The group) A few hours pass as the group march towards leaving the underdark. Angus slows his march and walks beside pockets. Itching his neck trying to find the words to plead with her to remove the shackles "P..Pockets, can you take them off him now?"   Pockets looks at Angus with a distant look  "Would you have stabbed me back then? Taken off my head maybe?" Angus looks down at his friend, almost shocked at the question replying in a serious tone "Of course not, you're a scholar not a warrior....but if you couldn't see reason as to why you should live. I wouldn't hold you against your will and take your freedom away from you" Pockets replies "If I hadn't been picked up seconds before my feet hit the air I would be gone now. I had no purpose in my life, not because there wasn't one but because I couldn't see it. There is no one I'm more grateful to than the people who pulled me off that cliff back then, especially because they chose for me. I didn't know what life was, what possibilities it held."  with a pause pockets continues  "I didn't think you'd rather see m... us dead than find new purpose". Angus looks at Pockets with a hint of shocked horror at her last words "If there is one thing I have learned recently, it's that the last thing I want to do is die. I'm happy that your alive, I care for you deeply. " With a low groan Angus runs his hands over his head  "I understand fully what you are saying but it is different in a way. Saruuc...He has lived his life, he fulfilled his purpose and now he is back, everything he knew is gone he has no purpose now other than the wishes of Arduk and he has told him that he was all he could muster, not his strongest champion as he had no strength to raise and bring back someone better than HIM. I want to live and explore Pockets. I want to see the world like an old friend once did, With you and me brother in tow". With a pleading voice serious in tone Pockets attack's Angus back with her words "Saruuc can chose his new purpose. Dying like a warrior means to go down fighting - he is not fighting. He is giving up and you're helping him. I don't see a difference between us right now - why would you view us differently. He fights, so do I. I know beasts, he studied religion."  Going quiet again, her voice seems weak when she continues. "He needs help."  Pleading to Angus. A deep sorrow comes over Angus, emotions stirring from his core "I'm..I..I'm trying to do the right thing by my friend.." Angus looks at Pockets with real sorrow in his eyes. "I want him to live, but we have no right to keep him restrained, not like this. He doesn't deserve THIS!"  Fighting to control the emotion in his words as he tries to keep his composure. "I only view you differently because well,..I just..I can't..I can't answer that Pockets I just do. You are a fighter, a strong one at that, you really are " . Angus looks at you like your words have defeated him. Almost whispers as his voice goes low "How long does he have to be bound like this? I cant stand it" With an almost creepy look of focused determination on Pocket's face she continues "Until I have saved him. Until he sees another way out " . As off as her face looks, there's still a detectable note of desperation. "I have to save him - I have to show him - he has too see- "  she stops. With big eyes and a distant look on her face she repeats "I have to save him". Angus nods at seeing the plight in pockets expression and kneels down next to her. "Your a stubborn lass, I can see this means a lot to you. But..." A long sigh escapes before he continues  "Not everyone can be saved. If it is truly his choice to be at peace, we have no right to take that away from him" A look of complete sadness spreads all over Angus's face  "Even if we want things differently". The Kender stays quiet for a minute. "Let me talk to him. Just one talk." She focuses on Angus again. "I have to try." With a nod Angus stands up "If you can change his mind, I'll owe you. There is a good dwarf inside that hobgoblin shell" Angus smiles before ruffling the hair on Pockets head and moving back towards the front of the line whispering under his breathe almost in a prayer "I hope you can lass".

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : The group Pockets was alone with Saruuc for what seemed like a long time.  At first things seemed to get heated and Saruuc fell down onto his back, but soon he calmed down and they continued to talk.  Eventually Pockets removed his shackles and hands him a cup of stew.  Thorum walks up to them and asks Pockets for the shackles back, then approaches Saruuc and reaches his arm out to give him a warriors handshake which Saruuc weakly returned. "Kennith and meself wouldn't be alive without ya.  You fished me out of the lake AND pulled me out before the 2 headed giant fell on me.  That's 2 times you saved me arse.  I don't take that lightly.  You are a man I know I can trust.  A friend.  I would hate to see you go, but as a friend I will respect any decision that you make.  Just know that I believe this world will be a darker place without ya in it.  You have changed my opinion of the goblin people, and that's a good thing.  You have taught me to be a better, less judgmental and racist person, and that's no easy task!  I'm a judgmental fool!  And you have known me for only a couple weeks.  Imagine what you can show me and my family and others if you stick around for awhile."   Thorum winks at Saruuc.   "Now lets have some of that stew the kender cooked up!  Imagine the food she can cook with better ingredients on the surface."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : The group Saruuc takes the dwarf's hand more out of instinct than anything else as he is still trying to keep his thoughts together. He is only able to nod his head to Thorum's words. They sound quite inspiring, if only he could reinvigorate his youth like the life shining in the dwarf's eyes.  Saruuc releases Thorum's hand with a slight chuckle at his final comment before Saruuc takes his bowl of stew over to a quieter corner to sit down. 

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus + Lorelei Angus had been quiet for some time now. Seeing a friend he felt he had a special bond with in this much pain, bound like a prisoner had soured his mood. Opting to take guard duties more often Angus couldn't help but feel sorry for this Hobgoblin he seen as a friend. Standing against the Cavern wall 30 or so feet away from everyone gathered around a pot of stew fixed up by Pockets he stood standing rear guard making sure no Drow where sneaking up on them. A small rat sniffs the air in front of Angus. Reaching into his pouch Angus drops some crumbs of mushroom stock and other pieces of food from his daily forage and proceeds to speak to the rat.  "First an Orc, now a Hobgoblin. The 32nd would have us a laughing stock if they seen us now. The Bronzebeard brothers befriending the enemy they would say. HA! The fools, if they only went through what we did, we gave our lives for our squad. WE paid the price. WE held the ground. WE survived. 'We' in all my day's id never imagine i would count an Orc, Drow, Hobgoblin, Human's and an Elf as a 'we'. Most of us have been together a while, wer kinda like our own unique squad everyone with their own skills. No, its bigger than a squad i think, we're a family of sorts, well most of us at least". Finishing off the remains of the food the rat begins to scurry away "Yeah, your better off moving on little guy, we have some newbies in our ranks. Dunno how trustworthy they are yet. Seem nice enough, just watch out for that pale human lass though. She reminds me of that other human we escaped with. O'dinhar? Oakhir? Oakar maybe?" Gone, the rodent shuffles away out of sight. 'g rumble' "Well, looks like its my turn for some of the wee lass's cookin" Walking towards camp Angus nudges Lorelei gently on the way past "Your watch" At a quick glance Angus doesn't notice then as he finishes pouring Saruuc catches his eye. Manacles off and free at last. A smile reaches his face and the beginnings of relief start to flood his emotions.  As Angus finishes pouring his share, He takes note of Lorelei making her way to where he had just came from. Seeing this as a good of an opportunity as any, but mostly a distraction from sitting with the others he walks over and rests against the wall near Lorelei, tasting the stew on his lips he takes a small gulp. "Ah' So, I'm not one for small talk so I'll keep this simple. You remind me of a pale human Okhar or something like that was his name. He was pale just like you but kinda creepy, never slept threatened meh Pocket's once or twice, He became troublesome until someone caved his head in during a long night". ( Sluuurrrp) another small gulp of stew goes down. Wiping his face on the fancy kings clothes.  "I don't know your deal, you don't act like him. But, well... you have proved trustworthy in the short time i have known you in some occasion's, and meh brother seems to have taken a liking to you at least. But you don't have me fooled i can tell there's something quite not right with you, like he was. Not in the same way but somethings off. So here is my warning. I have my eyes on you Human, you may have everyone fooled but i'm no fool".  Angus rests against the wall waiting for some sort of response, an earie cold shiver runs down the back of his neck at the sudden nakedness of not having a proper weapon on him. 'A scimitar is as useful as a tooth pick in battle, well it will just have to do, even if the great-sword she carries would cut through it like a training dummy'.

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Lorelei sits, lost in thought for a short while after her conversation with the statue.  After a short while, she wraps the wound on her hand and she begins to clean the blood from her long sword.  When Pockets calls for dinner, she looks up from her task, and is surprised to see Saruuc, standing free and retrieving food from the pot.  She stands, about to approach to party, talk to Pockets and find out what happened, what she had said, but is stopped by a gentle nudge to her side.  She looks down to see Angus pointing back toward the tunnels behind them.  Of course.  Someone must keep watch. She hesitates for but a moment, looking at Saruuc, unsure but hopeful that things have been resolved somewhat, then finally nods, and sheathes her sword, making her way.  The tunnels have become long and winding, and so her superior vision in the dark only helps somewhat as the path behind them disappears around a bend some hundred feet off.  The smell of food wafts toward her and she only hopes that some is saved for her.  She hears the scrape of feet against rock just behind her and turns, surprised to see Angus returning with his stew, coming to rest against the wall beside her.  She turns her gaze back to the tunnels as he sips at the stew. She isn't surprised by his mistrust, in fact she expected it from more of them.  She does feel a pang of bitterness though.  I helped to save your ass, didn't I?  She dismisses the thought, though, as unbecoming a woman of honor.  The person he speaks of, however... sounds as though he could have been some sort of undead creature, if not a vampire outright. "You're wise to be wary of strangers."   Lorelei replies after a brief pause.  "All I can do is give you my word that I mean your friends no harm.  I have... come to see some of them as my own friends, as well.  I won't say I'm particularly good at having friends, but I do take care of them.  As for my 'deal'... it's... complicated."  There's no use hiding truths that near half the party already know, but it is still difficult to discuss the nature of her being, of her father.  "You're right that there's something not quite right with me.  I've been not quite right all my life, but I've learned to live with it." There are simple and obvious ways to continue, but instead Lorelei lifts her hand and points off into the darkness, to where the cave bends.  "Do you see that rock, there?  With the mushrooms?"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei The words come honest enough, that much is clear to Angus. Thrown off slightly by her words  "You're right that there's something not quite right with me. I've been not quite right all my life, but I've learned to live with it." Angus's thoughts took him to that day he awoke covered in black with his brother. The day he met Saruuc.  Angus squinted to try and see, almost putting his hand over his bad eye, his only eye to stop the blur in his vision. "Nope, can't see shit" Taking a few steps closer, even bending over a little before realising something aint right. "Wait! How?! Are you trying to be funny? How can you even see down here? Kennith can't see shit without a light, you shouldn't be able to either right?" Resting his hand on his hilt of the scimitar  "What was your plan lure me out or something? Almost had me with your sob story about feeling out of place and not feeling right as well, Someone must of told you about us supposedly being brought back for the dead didn't they?! Tried to get inside my defences, Explain yourself!" Scrunching up his nose Angus drops his bowl of stew and takes up a defensive position, knowing all to well the grim position he is in, if this is indeed a trap, some lure to kill him.

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn and (everyone?) Quinn sits back against the stoney wall of the cavern, eyes closed as he breathes deeply sighing to himself, his fingers fidgeting along the feathered tips of an arrow. He could feel the strain of the days past wearing on him, his cheeks felt muddy and tight against his face. There was an ever present pounding in his heart and in his head...  "Blast. What were you thinking you hair-brained fool hardy son of a.... red skinned piece of..." Quinn whispered to himself, feeling the bitterness of not rage but disappointment welling up in his stomach. He looks over when he hears Pockets call all to dinner and see's the Hobgoblin reach for some food, his eyes lock on him a look that was possibly the most fear-inspiring gaze he could muster. One of cold, hard, fury. Nothing could take his gaze away from Saruuc, not even the form of the woman his heart and arms longed for striding away to take watch.  Quinn wanted to sit there, stewing on the pain and anger that he felt, but his stomach had other ideas as it growled in protest having not eaten for the day. Standing, he unstrings his bow tucking it away into what served for it's sheath. Absently he ladled some stew into his bowl and walked over to where Saruuc had sheepishly turned his back to the rest of the party.  He stood behind him for sometime, saying nothing... doing nothing... finally, he speaks lowly to the Hobgoblin, crouched on his heels.  "This is the second time I've had to shoot you now you damned fool... if you... if you pull something like that again, I won't be aiming for your legs or hands... I will hurry you into the afterlife you seem to wish for... BLAST! You fool, this is twice..." Quinn stops for a moment... 'Twice?'   "Now that I've saved your life," he hurriedly continues.  "I don't do this out of a sense of duty or protection... I don't care about those things in the slightest, we need you here you redskinned bastard... I need you here..."  "Don't ever do that again... ever... Or I'll bloody well save your arse again and make you wish you were dead." He lopes away from Saruuc before he can respond... before he can argue or dispute what he had said. Quinn gives a nod to Lanore as he passes and thanks Pockets for the food... glancing over he can only barely make out the silhouette of a dwarf and Lorelei in the distance, her hand outstretched towards something he couldn't see.  Snapping his fingers he summoned once more the ever present ruby glowing werelight, that had become so very vital to his survival in this damnable place.   When he reaches her, she's mid sentence, "Do you see that rock, there....?"  He stops and places the bowl just off to her left hand side, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, with it, he leaves behind a spoon he had whittled, the handle in the shape of a Raven perched, wings tucked under it.  Feeling a bit home sick, he waves his hand through the air once more, a faint purple light following his fingertip as it traces through the air...  'Jasmine...'  The scent of the flowers he loved so much from his homeland enveloped the cavern and he wandered back into the main camp, 

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Lorelei can't help but laugh as Angus gets defensive.  She shakes her head, being sure to adopt a passive stance. "I've no intention of ambushing you, Bronzebeard, I only mean to point out that I am not, in fact, entirely human." She says, and raises a hand to tap her finger at her temple, drawing attention to her eyes, that gleam ever so slightly in the dim light.  She drops her hand back to her side, shrugging. "My eyes work exceedingly well in the dark, among other things.  For example, as eager as I am to reach the surface, I am less eager to see the sun."  Lorelei frowns as she sees a reddish glow cast on the rocks around them.  She turns in time to see Quinn's retreating back, and catches sight of the bowl left next to the rock wall.  She smiles softly, moving to pick it up.  It's then that she notices the spoon left in it has a unique design to the handle and she inspects it with something like wonder on her face.  A raven.  She huffs an incredulous laugh, looking back up to where Quinn rejoins the group with an expression of baffled affection.  She runs her thumb over the carved wood for a moment before the hunger gnawing at her takes over, and she leans against the wall to eat, looking back to Angus, a puzzled expression on her face. "Do you smell jasmine , or is it just me?"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh, Maybe Not For Long? DATE/TIME : Time to Cry WHO : Angus & Lorelei Angus runs his hand through his beard. Taking his hand off his weapon feeling some of the tension ease Angus stands straight. Loving every second of the pain free stretch. "Well i dunno about if he was entirely human or not, all i can say is i didnt like him one bit, i guess your not too bad. I mean you seem honest enough". Thoughts string together "You one of those Vampires ive heard stories about? Heard they look like normal races but have some kinda blood lust and hate the sun". The scent reaches his nose, a pleasent smell but overpowering in the current atmosphere "Aye, which fools leaving such scent about, a tracker will have no trouble finding us with that trailing about behind us". Angus gave Lovelei a look over. "Well makes no difference to me, i guess you have been honest enough, and ill take your word you mean no one any harm, Plus it's always handy to have an extra pair of hands that knows how to fight".  Moving towards the wall Angus sits down retreiving his now empty bowl and resting

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei "I am not a-" Lorelei cuts herself off as her words get rather heated very quickly.  She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.  After she calms herself, she lets out the breath slowly, opening her eyes to look back at Angus. Calmly, she continues.  "I am not a vampire.  Though from the sound of it you might have had one on your hands for a while, there.  You're lucky to still be alive, foul things."  Lorelei sighs, idly tapping the edge of her bowl with the spoon.  "You are not entirely wrong, though, either.  I am not a vampire.  I am half.  But, I swear to you, that I would never use my unnatural blood for ill.  I have never fed on the blood of others, nor will I." That's not to say she hasn't thought about it.  Longed for it, been nearly desperate for a taste... but, she has better self-control than that. "You are safe from me, and my sword will cut down any evil that stands in our way.  Including and especially vampires ."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei An eye brow raises ever so slightly, at the reaction to even suggesting Lorelei was a vampire clearly struck a chord. "Im confident he wouldnt of been a risk, at least not one worrying that much about. Nothing we couldnt of handled as a group." " A half vampire? I wonder what thats like, ive heard of werewolves a disease transfered that allows you to turn into a wolf" Angus loses track of the conversation feeling a tange of interest niggling at him for for information. "Honesty goes a long way, your identity is safe with me, if its something you want kept secret. Not my place to judge people on what they are. Must have its perks, ive heard of werewolves and the such in stories as a child. The idea of transforming into a wolf sound appealing i must admit". Leaning against the wall Angus slides down relaxing coming to rest at ease a sense of comfort in the honesty of her words. "The way i see it, your honesty deserves my trust. And if what you said about giving your word in protection of...OUR friends means something to you then thats all i need. Mind if i sit and rest here a while? Dont feel like being around them the now".

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei "It is... unpleasant."  Lorelei grimaces.  "Like there is... something within me clawing to get out.  Something that I can never let out.  I suppose, in a way, it would be like lycanthropy."   She looks to the ground, expression unreadable.  Perks?  Her odd talents have their uses, of course, but still... "There is no 'perk' I would not give up to be rid of it.  I am an aberration against the very god I serve.  It is not a secret I guard closely, but it can be... problematic.  There are many who would not see any difference between myself and a blooded vampire.  There are even those who hunt me for it.  I cannot fault them for their fear.  I do not like to keep secrets, but sometimes it is easier to hide." Lorelei looks back to the group, again.  "The longer the truth is kept hidden, usually the greater the fallout from it.  Your brother knows, as do Saruuc and Quinn.  The others have a right."   She looks back to Angus, smiling.  "For now, I am happy to have your company.  May I ask why you don't wish to be with them?  I often prefer to stray from crowds, but you never struck me as the same."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei "Hmm, sounds bothersome. Why do you not give into your urges? I mean whats really stopping you? Whats the worst that will happen from drinking blood from the enemies you kill in combat?" Angus couldnt really understand Lorelei's torment or how she was feeling but there was just so much interest. So much he wanted to know about things he had heard only stories about. "I dont mean to offend but you really should embrace it, look at me for example when i go into battle nothing else exists apart from hatred, i become numb block out pain and focus it into something...well helpful? Although even at stages i go too deep into that place and it becomes hard to escape it takes it's toll on my strength and mind" Angus looks at Lorelei, the change in his tone more serious than that of its counterpart of an interested child. "As long as your with us, with friends, if you trust us. Share no secrets other than those no one has the right to know. We all have them. Some us more than others. But now you say Thorum knows it explains why he trusts you. I trust in my brother but tell him that i will deny it". Angus smiles teasingly at Lorelei "It's hard to explain, most of us...well some of us now have been on the run from imprisonment, chaned down like cattle waiting for the slaughter. Seeing my friends people i trust do the same thing to a friend it...im not sure...it does not sit well with me. I'd be sad to see him die but hearing him talk about living his life and now having no purpose i sorta understand it". Angus goes silent for a moment before letting out a sigh "It's not like i havent thought about that option myself, ever since i woke before we met you, there has been a knawing emptiness like...a sensation crawling at my insides like i know longer belong. It's difficult to say"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Tension builds more and more as Angus talks about embracing her darker nature.  Her knuckles are white gripping the bowl in her hand.  He doesn't understand, he can't.  He means no harm by it.   Lorelei takes a deep breath and sets aside her bowl, empty now.  As Angus explains his barbarian rage, she thinks perhaps he can have an idea of what she faces, but it still isn't quite the same. "Vampires are creatures of greed and arrogance who sacrifice their humanity to defy death.  That is the nature I fight."   She mutters.  " Evil , Angus.  Rage is an emotion, rage is mortal, and yes, it can drown us, but to have something in you that is truly evil ... something that would gladly tear all your throats out for power ... I don't know if there's coming back from that."  Lorelei huffs a laugh, pushing her hair back and shaking her head.  "But I'm probably not helping raise your confidence in me.  I am glad that you approve of my honesty, but I suppose there might be a such thing as 'too much information'." Lorelei looks over to Saruuc, a sad expression coming over her face. "'Preserve the righteous'." She says, like a mantra she has recited many times before. "'Death should not come early to those who have led a blessed life.  Preserve the righteous, so they may live on without fear.'  Saruuc is here for a reason, and he must have opportunity to find that reason, must have opportunity to live the life that has been returned to him.  Death is the natural end to life and should not be feared, but nor should it come early.  If chains were the only thing standing between your brother and suicide, would you say the same?  What about Pockets?  I understand what you escaped, but circumstances change what the chains mean."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei "Listen, the fact your being open liek you are only increases my trust in you. Plus" A cheeky smirk spreads across Angus's face, that slowly turns into a ear to ear grin "Im not worried, if need be im comfident id take you out before you harmed anyone, even with this tooth pick of a weapon your lover gave me" A wink follows the last statement just to add tease to his words. "Honestly i can't argue for or against vampires your knowledge on the matter far exeeds the stories of my childood. I guess, it's just could you imagine the lonliness of returning to a world you do not understand, to a place everyome you cared about was long dead? That must be torture in its own way. I couldnt imagine a life without Thorum or my brother and sister back home. Even without Po.." The name stops coming out forced to stop before embarrasment takes him "Without friends".  The last sentence takes Angus offguard throwing him off compeltely. "I guess so, i'd find another way, id try, id do anything! But chains...like this? I..I guess i probably would but it would be selfish of me, taking that away from them. I'd Knock the sense into Thorum for sure but (Pockets)" The name but a whisper escaping his lips. Angus can only shrug in response before he looks at Lorelei "I guess i cant really answer that, i really dont know"

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei Some color finds its way to Lorelei's cheeks. "He's not my-" flustered, she stumbles over the word.  She scowls down at Angus, but her blush belittles the expression.  She sighs and steps away from the wall to hide her face.  She doesn't know what to call her... something with Quinn, but the word lover is a dangerous one that she doesn't know quite what to do with. Lorelei knows she can't hope to understand what it is that Saruuc is going through, all she knows is that she does not want him to go, does not want to see a proud warrior brought so low.  Even beyond the world that Saruuc has lost, the people... Lorelei struggles to understand those sorts of connections, struggles to sympathize the way Angus does.  These people are wonderful and strange and Quinn is... well, in the end, she could live without them.  She might miss them, as she misses Mira, but a life without people she cares for... is a life that she has already led.  She chose her goals over her friend once before, and chances are she will have to do it again.  She has never felt so strongly about any one person, or any few, that she would be so terribly pained by the loss to be driven to such extremes.  But, then, she has never lost every thing and every one. "There isn't always another way.  When all avenues are exhausted, there remains the solution you could not bear to consider."  Lorelei mutters, a little quieter, maybe more to herself than to Angus.  Her hand rests on the hilt of her long sword, cleaned now of hers and Saruuc's blood and sheathed at her side.  She has a thought and pulls the blade from it's scabbard.  She takes a few practice swings with it, then holds it out, blade flat, considering.  She sheathes it again and unstraps the great sword from her back, holding it out slightly. "It's not an axe." She says. "But, you are more accustomed to carrying a heavier weapon, yes?"  She pats the long sword at her side with her free hand.  "I am trained with many weapons, this will serve me just as well, if you would wish to carry my great sword for a ways?  At least until we can find you a new axe." She grins slightly, with a flash of teeth. "I'm sure Quinn's feelings wouldn't be hurt terribly much."

LOCATION : Underdark Tunnels DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Lorelei The flare of defense towards her relationship towards Quinn made Angus chuckle, "This half vampire is all right, she is probably more human than she realises". Angus began to feel like he was getting to know her a little, hell he new she was already some fighter. "Aye, that's true. Maybe its more complicated than i can understand? Maybe i should at least try to change his view too?" Seeing this as an opportunity to have a bit of fun, something that had became a rare commodity the past months. Angus raises his hands in defence "Woah now, youve spoke to thorum a bit so im sure you are aware that when a female gives a male her weapon in our culture that is a sign of commitment in offering her self to marriage. Now a weapon bathed in Dragon blood...Thats some gesture of romance Lorelei" Holding on Angus holds down his best shocked face trying to hold down the laughter that is soon to follow