[color=ff9900][h3][center]Týfurkh[/center][/h3][/color]

The plate with the piece of bread in front of Chres started to shift along the table's surface, almost falling over the edge and down into the man's lap, when the table started to sag under the burden of something that obviously was far too heavy. Sil would have sticked to the word 'it' while more normal persons called that something simply 'Týfurkh'. The man had sat down halfway in front of Chres, thereby virtually forcing his companion to direct his attention towards him. Also, while waiting for that to happen, Týfurkh used his index and middle finger to give Sil a slight poke into the middle section.

[color=ff9900]"Chres ?"[/color] he ultimately asked, an unstable mixture of a grin and a stern look expressed in his face. [color=ff9900]"Could you do me a favor and tell your flying cutie that I'm not an [i]it[/i] ? I don't want to be seen as someone strictly enforcing every rule of human interaction, but that's just a bit... rude. You understand ? The fact that I'm a little, well, bigger, does not make me any less human than you or anyone else around here is. If I'm causing trouble you can free to tell me whenever you like, but I'm asking for that little bit of trust especially in our current situation. Your flying cutie appears to be more than intelligent enough to understand this I think."[/color]

As Týfurkh lifted himself again the piece of bread was almost catapulted off the plate, but at least he seemed not to have permanently damanged the piece of furniture. In response to the other man who had just entered the room he started speaking again: [color=ff9900]"I don't think that we're leaving the town behind by our current plan any more than we already do now. On the contrary: With help from outside our chances of success in this town can only increase. I think it would be foolish to put the chance of propagating all of the knowledge we gained to the outside world at risk by gambling on some other weak spot we haven't even identified yet. I think that, in fact, the plan we are going to follow now [i]is[/i] the current weak spot available."[/color]

Having said this, Týfurkh made efforts to leave the room, but not without turning around once more briefly to look what Chres was doing. If the latter was eager to respond to the little 'rant' he'd simply have to move as well, but this really was not a priority. The task ahead was of far greater importance, so Týfurkh hurried to get himself ready -- even if that meant continuing to chew on his own piece of bread while gearing up.

[color=ff9900]"I'll be ready in a minute or so and wait outside then."[/color]