[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWK-ZXMZs3U][img]http://i.imgur.com/Z3wYEVf.png[/img][/url][/center]

It seemed that DD still didn't get it. He was becoming terribly overwrought about the idea of the Ragnavault being attacked, for which there was no evidence that held cause for concern thus far. It was clear to Nostromo in that whatever DD had become, it was could be clouding his judgement. It was possible that he was not merely speaking out as a purely combat-specced player, but as a creature that thrived solely on violence. Nostromo would have to keep a close eye on him.

Toasty issued his decrees, one of which confining Nostromo to the Ragnavault. He was partially upset, and partially disappointed by this. His role was that of an explorer after all; he hadn't asked to be appointed as his direct advisor. Though he could understand the decision; he very likely didn't want to be left alone with Shammura. While that was a genuine concern, Nostromo still had his own mission to accomplish. The Syndicate derived power through contracts, information, and law. If they couldn't read or write, they were essentially robbed of their power. Nostromo was determined to restore the guild's strength in this regard, but it seemed that he was alone in this.

Wolfgang, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to goad one of the other NPCs into a fight. "[color=fff79a]You as well needn't concern yourself, Silva. It should be known that only I-[/color]"

Nostromo chose to stop him while he was ahead. "[color=9e0b0f]Wolfgang, silence.[/color]" The werewolf butler shut up immediately, choosing to instead clear his throat and adjust his ascot. Nostromo returned his attention to the guildmaster. "[color=9e0b0f]This puts me in a bit of an odd position, Toasty. I quite sincerely feel that I would be of better use in the field, on my current project. Perhaps we can compromise? I need to secure the materials for the translation project, but the rest of the work can be conducted in the base. Wolfgang does not have the requisite skills and knowledge to acquire the necessary materials, and Mary...[/color]" He looked to Mary, who had apparently become bored during the meeting. To entertain herself, she had popped a few of the stitches in her abdomen and was playing cat's cradle with her own intestines. "[color=9e0b0f]...In any case, I can take Shammura with me on the venture, if you still feel insecure in her presence.[/color]"