[center][h2][color=f26522]Artyom Barkov[/color][/h2][/center]

Artyom's eyes seemed to glaze over a little bit as one of the magic users of the party started to go into... technical details of the craft. Some spiel about different types of magic, good and evil, yadda yadda yadda. He didn't really take in a word of it until the discussion was thankfully over, at which point he blinked as he refocused on the present where he didn't need to he swallowed up with magical know how or debates. Seeing as he seemed to be the center point upon which this group was forming, he decided to make his feelings on the matter known. "[color=f26522]Let me put it this way. You could carry around a sack of cute, adorable puppies everywhere you go. Every time you cast a spell, you could reach into that sack and pull out one of the puppies before breaking its neck... and as long as you did your job right, I wouldn't care.[/color]"

Turning to look at the man who claimed to have contacts, he grinned as he pointed to Cael. "[color=f26522]Cael, you just became one of my favorite people here. Do what you can.[/color]"

As the question of gaining a ship was raised, he grinned a little knowingly to himself. "[color=f26522]Oh don't worry about it. Commandeering a vessel will be easy enough. After all, the ports are currently [i]filled[/i] with more ships then they should strictly have and there are plenty of people who came on those ships who left everything back home to get to safety. I can sort out those arrangements easily enough while everyone else is getting things together.[/color]"  


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