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Pox was deep in thought trying to get the exact memory in his head.  Did he hear it in Krois?  Kamthahar?  Whitewall?  It was a moment when he realized his was being called.  He visibly jumped.  [color=green]"Yop!"[/color]  his water splashing a little bit on himself before he rejuggled the filled skins in his arms.  [color=green]"Ye-Yes-yes exactly."[/color]  he said recovering and approaching her, thinking that was a good indication.  [color=green]"Think of it as saving myself some work for later.[/color]  He passed her a water skin to trade.  Hoping he didnt come across as being a valet.

His beak pointed to her gun and he tilted his head.  [Color=green]"And I couldn't help but notice.  Your weapon.  Is the propellant mechanism charcoal based?  Black Powder?  It couldn't be Fire Dust could it?[/color]  And as a way of kind of adding an example to his question.   He withdrew an odd egg looking device with a plug and whick around it.  He unplugged the device to show the gray black sand within.  Not exactly black powder which was generally much finer and coal black than what he was offering to her.  [Color=green]"I only ask cause I remember the recipe but never actually saw it put into practice.  Thought it was just for like, fireworks and cannon batteries."[/color]  It was a simple question, for no doubt an entire art of martial weaponry.

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Regardless, any talk of chemistry and alchemy would only go so far before the dinner bell rang and the food was to be passed around, Pox made sure to continue while making his way over to the cooks, his tin cup ascting as his bowl now.  [color=green]"Not going to lie, this hardly feels like work with the happy faces and luxury meals.  Thank you again."[/color] To Alm and Jenramo. The enchanted fire did not do well with the concoction going through his suit.  The ice breath kept the chill inside, and now with a gust of wind, he noticeably put his arms together closer to him with a shiver.  He parked himself back near his gear.

He waited patiently, quietly now as he dipped the end of his beak into the broth, supping up atleast the soup part of the stew.  The solid parts would be a bit more complicated, and he'd need to turn away or go for a quick walk.  He listened now, as it seemed there was actually official buisness to contend with.  Setting up night shifts and going about the business of scouting out among the deserts.  His name was not mentioned.  The back lines for him.  Setting up for triage in case of emergencies, but more than likely they would be just fine.  It was rather Ironic, if Pox did his job properly, people would wonder why he was even needed in the first place.  Honestly no one plans to get hurt, its just an accepted possibility.