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[@PaulHaynek],[[@13org](FYR)
FF5353

A displeased frown set on Magnus' face, the red horned minotaur turning after he heard both suggestions from the blonde-Neil-look-alike. [color=FF5353][b]"...Its obvious which one we're going to do. We're going to get her a bodyguard- A-A whole bunch even! We'll protect her if we have to."[/b][/color] he said, clenching his fist as he looked to Freyr, the bag of gold in his hand as he nodded to him. [color=FF5353][b]"...Whether we help her ourselves, hire someone, or talk her down, we have to hurry to Ambran anyways. S-She might leave before we get a chance. Let's get going as soon as possible."[/b][/color] 

Magnus...clearly didn't care much for that joke from their "client". Honestly...what self-respecting warrior robbed old ladies? Besides...if he wanted his son to grow up to be like them, why would he encourage them to rob her, as if that was just as valid an option as helping her out? It didn't make sense, and Magnus definitely didn't like it. Shaking his head, he once again looked to Freyr, saying: [color=FF5353][b]"I'm ready to go whenever."[/b][/color] as a sign that he'd wait for Freyr to take the lead in proceeding to Ambran. Thinking on it, Magnus wondered why the man always seemed to give the reward in full and in advance...normally, the standard would be about a quarter or a half of the actual reward, but the heft of the gold made him doubt that it was anything but all of it. And...if they came back...would he disappear again? And would the dwarves also say that no such man had come by. Wracking his brain as he held his face in his palm, he genuinely wondered if this wasn't just some illusion...but Freyr saw him too. 

Fed up with thinking, Magnus simply shook his head side to side, his massive locks of hair whipping around his head as he did so. [color=FF5353][b]"Its all so weird Freyr..."[/b][/color]

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[@PaulHaynek]
A9A9A9

Nephele had nodded at Ian's question of her being a dragon...boy what a mistake that was. Launching into a rather narrow-minded long winded explanation of what HE thought dragons could only be ticked her off a bit, evidenced by her picking up the pace as he yammered on. Interrupting him with a clawed finger placed over where his mouth would be relative to the helmet, the barest tip of her claw visible through his visor. [color=A9A9A9][b]"While you are necessarily correct, the fact of the matter of my species, being Caverna Draco is not of a personal designation, but rather one set by mankind. In the bygone years of civilization, Cave Dragons, Caverna Draco, were known for being massive reptilian beings that breathed poisonous smoke that killed a man in seconds, resulting in the sulfurous smell of our breath being associated with fire, ergo dragons. However, it is not entirely thought that we are 100% dissociated from our regular Draconic brethren, as the Wurm types of dragons were often thought to be a missing link to the cave dwelling dragons, the sky faring ones, and the wyvernian ones. Also, due to the nature of my wings being vestigial, it is not accurate to classify me as a Wyvern, as a typical Wyvern has the entirety of their forearm being the wing, whereas mine are smaller, and bound to my forearm and not extending further past my shoulder."[/b][/color]

Taking maybe half a second to inhale, Nephele launched into her own massive tirade once again, maybe feeling that Ian would realize now that blurting out whatever first came to mind was a bad idea. [color=A9A9A9][b]"In addition, Cave Dragons have also been noted to be similar in behavior to the normal Draconic race, typically in their habits of collection and boastfulness, often exacting revenge upon people who wrong them, resulting in many tales of Cave Dragons kidnapping princesses being instead replaced with the more popularized Normal Dragon."[/b][/color] Finishing her statement, Nephele took in a deep breath, before her cheeks turned a smidge red. [color=A9A9A9][b]"...M-My sincerest apologies...I didn't mean to talk so much on this...[/b][/color] she said, clutching her hands at her stomach and squeezing them together. She was absolutely embarrassed by her...rather esoteric and nonsensical outburst. [color=A9A9A9][b]"...I just...my apologies, sir Ian. Shall we continue?"[/b][/color] he requested, looking down more than she had before, appalled at her own lack of composure.