[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory: The Payload
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Ana (Kyra), McCree (Keystone), Mercy (Satilla) and the rest of the Overwatch crew escorting the Payload.[/indent][/center]

What a relief to know that these were indeed more allies of Kyra. Given that he was still alive, generally means they meant him no harm either, one of them had even offered to heal him. Although he was uncertain of that was even possible, given the magical nature of the malady. Psionic shock after all, took time to recover from but made no lasting damage usually save for fatigue and exhaustion. Surviving a mental death was far easier to do as it was all in the perception of pain, rather than risk of bleeding out. As such there was little healing to be done, save for some bedrest. The other issue was the fever which heated Thomas beneath the collar, an annoyance but hopefully it would go away too in a short few hours. Or they could drop him off at the nearest safe town or village in this orc-infested land. Seriously even in their group it seems there was an odd influx of green people.

[color=bedded]"Err, I'll be fine with some rest, fever should disappear tomorrow. But thank you. But um, I mean if you want to check I guess you could... I should have some coins and supplies to pay for your services..."[/color] They all looked older than he, not much perhaps but they definitely seemed to be eons more experienced than Thomas. Then again Thomas was the youngest of his last three groups. It was rather difficult to find anyone younger who would be so bold as to settle for a live of adventuring. Banditry maybe, but adventuring had terrible benefits. Well these days anyways, back when there was some sort of warm welcome to these would be heros, as Master Wolfgang reminds him so often. Back then they would have the ears of lords begging them to help them sort out trivial matters. [color=bedded]"Um, would anyone mind if I, err went with you guys? You seem like a safe lot to travel with, I could use the experience, I mean you know, seeing how another group does it. If not I guess I could um... go in the opposite direction and hope you folks secured a path or something."[/color]

Another diplomacy check? It was akin to a child asking a parent for an ice cream. You know one of those frozen diary treats? Usually in the summer months a carriage comes around with a distinctive sound of music through the houses to peddle cool luxuries? No? Surely there must have been an ice cream man in these times? If not, there's a business we should all get into to make our millions. Regardless, Thomas was at least trying to feign his strength despite some discomfort. Robes were great and all, but they did tend to get hot if cotton, or chilly if silk, and scratchy if linen. Now it was time to wait to see if they would all accept him or not.