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[i]Center of the Forgotten Ruins:[/i]

Hawklen smiled in the way only a pretty boy could, and was about to answer the questions posed by the brown haired, blue eyed noblewoman atop her horse - but before he could, the tattood amazoneess-of-a-woman next to bellowed in anger.

"[b]Whasasat ya pompous hussie? Ya  'cusin us o' tryin' somethin'? You's be the one who ain't gotten off yer damn 'orse yet, 'n the one with 'er 'ands on 'er blade!![/b]" She barked in her deep, rumbly, and not particularly eloquent way of communicating.

Hawklen looked - though only for the briefest of moments - irked by the sudden outburst of his companion. But before any could point out or take in his discontent, the same old playboy-smile was back on his lips, and he offered Artemisia a deep, courteous bow, removing his hat in a flourish.

"Milady, you wound me!" He half-said, half-exclaimed. "Did I not suggest we work together? But such distrust! I can assure you that we have no intent of foul play." He tried to assuage. Rising again, and putting his dapper hat back atop his head, he looked at the three nobles with a casual expression. "My good friend, Glum, over there, isn¨'t casting a spell. He's mute." The young man said off-handedly. "You see, his father was a wizard and alchemist, who tested his brews on his own son. Sad as it is, one of those drinks burned dear Glum's throat so bad that he can't speak anymore." Hawklen explained, giving the wizard at his back a single glance. "As for Norbe." He looked around. "He's our scout! I'm sure he stepped out to survey the area and find the best way to go about ascending the tower to our mutual treasure."

Krenna had, at this point, taken steps towards Artemisia, though she still wasn't close enough to be within striking-range with her fang and claw-studded club. Glum's mouth had stopped moving, as had the rest of the man, and he just stood silent, staring from the beneath the shadow of his hood that covered his eyes, ever silent, ever unmoving. Hawklen then looked up at the horse-mounted lady and smirked.

"But despite my comrade's inelegant choice of words, milady, she [i[i]does[/i][/i] have a point." He said, voice still smooth but a bit less friendly than before. "You're sitting up there, on your horse, with a hand on your sword, seemingly ready to trample us when we've given you nothing but cordial treatment, [sub][sub]some present company excluded[/sub][/sub]. Why don't you come on down, relax a bit and discuss the future of our cooperation, hm?" He suggested, reaching a hand up towards her, as if to help her dismount. The bard did turn his head towards Cecilia and Locke though.

"And please, don't be shy! Speak your names and your wishes as well, friends! We're all on the same side here after all."