[h2]Roland[/h2][hr]
"No, not 'why not go now'," Roland lashed in frustration towards the burly, if not well built warrior-esque human who took the mission as lightly as one would a child's play. "It's not the matter of us saying 'Oh we'd be fine' and magically we'd be fine. That's what my spells do, not reality," he continued his comment.

"Listen. The reason why I showed my magic - while yes, partially for bragging purposes - was to show the limitations of my skills. I do not conjure all-consuming fireballs; I merely tricked my targets' senses into feeling dread of incoming fireball and some sensation of heat," ire and passion filling his voice. "Nor do I heal wounds if some were to be inflicted upon you or me - I merely trick our minds into thinking you're fine, and - with some luck - probably tricking our body into healing faster."

"Are any of you proficient at ranged weapons? Do any of you know first aid? These kind of information are important if we want to attempt a dangerous mission. And let's just forget that for a minute, I don't even know any of your names aside form Ms. Ana and Mr. Miles here," Roland continued to rant.

"Would you really trust your life to a bunch of strangers you've never met before in your life? Because I certainly wouldn't."

Perhaps sensing the awkward air that loomed over the party, their contractor took her leave before telling them to settle this on their own.

[i]"Ah damn, I did it again didn't I?"[/i] Roland realized his mistake. He took the adventurers as he would the villagers. Perhaps he had made himself act condescendingly towards the band of merry strangers.

But still. He believed that his thoughts was not wrong.

"Look, I am here for a living. And to earn that, I - well - need to continue living. So unless I know what each and every one of us is capable of, I am not participating on this mission."