[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=746f6f]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Thomas[/center][/b]

[color=746f6f]"And we wouldn't want those poor wee bugs tae get all stressed when yer gonna kill em for their organs. Maybe ye should read em a bedtime story and tuck em in so they don't get scary dreams while you're at it."[/color] They were insects that were needed for parts, not a pet, beast of burden or wild animal that looked hungry. All those things are creatures you should be worried about being stressed to varying degrees. As long as the glands or whatever weren't disrupted the state of the rest of the bug wasn't all that important. Fucking mages.

[color=746f6f]"About bloody time. Let's get a move on."[/color] Nor pushed himself off from the wall to head outside. In his peripheral vision he noticed the half-breed follow along outside. 

He decided against bringing his shield for this particular trip. It would be safe enough in the cart with Dorka, and since as far as he knew he wasn't bringing that along, it would be too much of a hassle for comparatively little gain. If there was any sneaking to be done, he was clinking and clanking enough as it was and a shield would only disadvantage him further. He'd just have to rely on his not quite bare hands and big-ass knife to get by in any combat scenarios that were liable to occur.