Even though An-Hasst only admitted it to himself in silence, there was no point in denying that the small man that Settionne was had a big point. The first clearly was the ugliest of all conditions, closely followed by the fourth. Since he himself had already stepped forward he didn't need to spend any further time on walking, but immediately could start with his own statement that would continue the small barrage Nicademus was already 'entertained' with even further.

With one swift move, he hauled the rog captain's bardike around and its front end rest on the ground in a similar manner as the knight did with his sword. [color=ffff00]"See this ? That's a particularly large and nasty rog's weapon. It has served me well, but frankly I think it looks a bit ugly and has already seen its best days. So... if the [i]remote[/i] possibility should come true that once the day arises and we want to leave your neat village it actually turns out that this thing has been [i]lost[/i] mysteriously, or, even worse, that it has accidentally been deemed garbage and scrapped or disassembled... I wouldn't be overly concerned about it as long as you could provide me with some replacement weapon."[/color]

"However..." Now it was the huge crossbow's turn. The Skayleigh reached behind his back, unhinged the enormous weapon and presented it to the knight, waiting for him to pick it up and hold it himself. [color=ffff00]"If it should turn out that [i]this[/i] thing has gone missing or that some children have fiddled around with the string or your blacksmith has taken it for a little inspection or that the way it has been stored has degraded it from the very pristine condition it is in right now..."[/color] He stared down at Nicademus, inspecting his body language briefly before continuing. [color=ffff00]"You are going to face consequences."[/color]

Of course a crossbow was pretty worthless as long as one didn't have a quiver. [color=ffff00]"One, two, three, four, five, six, ..."[/color] With his index finger gently jumping from the end of one bolt to the next, An-Hasst took an inventory of his ammunition. [color=ffff00]"I will count those again once we leave. Here, take those as well..."[/color] He put the elongated leather bag that his quiver was down and in front of Nicademus' armored feet. [color=ffff00]"And now I'd like to be assigned one of your guardsmen that will accompany me. Also I'd prefer it if we'd be informed about our work schedule sooner than at the very last possible moment. And where we shall sleep and eat, of course."[/color] He didn't mention it explicitly since it would only lend the knight a helping hand when it came to coming up with even more annoying constraints for their party, but in order to prevent later disappointment An-Hasst was already assuming that their movements would be restricted, including some parts of the village being entirely off limits.

More or less impatiently, the Skayleigh waited for things to happen.

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