A moment's thought provided Logan's bleary mind with the answers, although not in the most logical or even sane way. [b]"Oh, from a young woman who sat on my lap and offered me a ride on her wyvern. No idea, but they don't smell like blood and decay so they probably aren't bandits. Again, no idea. Well, the mage said that they were on the run from the..."[/b] Logan's voice trailed of as several things clicked into place at once. [b]"...They're She-"[/b]

He was very rudely interrupted by the sound of shattering wood and a large chunk of chair hitting him in the face. With a yelp of pain, Logan doubled over, clutching at his nose as involuntary tears welled in his eyes. After a quite a few moments of gasping anger and agony, the dark mage glared up at the assassin-turned-bodyguard. [b]"I block his nose and you threaten to chop off my head, and then you break a chair on him and it's all okay!? You stupid hypocritical oaf! You, you-."[/b] He kept stuttering, utterly appalled as his nose began to leak blood.