[h2][color=ed1c24]GURITAG[/color][/h2]
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Her eyes narrowed at the Barmaid, but she said nothing. It was only after watching Tolan for a beat, then listening to Micah, that Guritag tilted her hat back slightly, then made sure to lock eyes with Dion. [color=D2B48C]"I'd be tellin' talke were I t'say I'm confident 'bout this. What's t'say that man--"[/color] she indicated Micah with a tilt of her head [color=D2B48C]"-- ain't just gonna up n' turn out t' be the local blood drinkin' maniac?"[/color] Shaking her head, Guritag stared at Micah as she continued to ask Dion, [color=D2B48C]"And what's Arcanium's deal-- sendin' only you? You'd think the rumors'd justify sendin' a whole team or some sort. Ya sure they ain' just tryna' kill ya?"[/color] Of course, she reached across the table then, to take one od Dion's beers. Was this expected? Possibly. Was he going to let her do it? Who knows. 

There was a definite anxiety starting to creep up on her though-- she wasn't even trying to repress it. Whatever was making her anxious needed to be sorted out. Between Micah, how strained the Barmaid's voice sounded, and the rumors, Guritag could help but begin to think this probably wasn't worth it. Maybe fighting several Kraken naked would be a good tale to recite to her village instead-- and likely just as risky, the way things sounded. Quite to herself, Guritag smirked slightly as she pictured it.