[color=Gray][right][h1][b][color=C1cdcd]Nemorad[/color][/b][/h1][b][i][color=C1cdcd]INTERACTING WITH:[/color][/i][/b] N/A
[b][i][color=C1cdcd]LOCATION:[/color][/i][/b] Caraway Inn
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Nemorad nodded to himself along with the conversation as the members of his newfound group discussed what their plan of action would be. It seemed they were a rather competent bunch - probably a few who'd been around the block a couple times, or more. The Warforged himself was content to watch the conversation from his standing position behind some of them, mentally noting down the important details and planning they'd discuss - something he did subconsciously, being that he was designed to be a follower rather than a leader. Most of the propositions seemed sensical to him, but the actions of the Kobold did cause him some measure of nervousness. However, he felt inclined to trust the small creature due to the nature of their meeting; if it had been someone else holding another at gun/knife-point, he wouldn't have hesitated to draw his own weapons. But fortunately for everyone in the establishment, things ended amicably with the intervention of the one named 'Faint'. The Warforged had the mind to leave behind extra payment to compensate for the disruption, but it seemed the other members of the group did so on their own. That was comforting, at least.

After that, it seemed the time for planning was over and it was now time to gather the information they required for their quest, with the members of the crew wrapping up their conversations. Nemorad turned his horned head to look at Flick as the Genasi asked his question before deciding better of it and making to exit the establishment, paying his tab along the way. His partner seemed like a rather cordial individual. And he was even a wilderness guide - and a detective!
The large-bodied construct felt somewhat of a comforting feeling having such a person has his partner, even as he took his slow heavy steps to follow him, making a practiced handwave back to the members of the group that'd be going elsewhere. His long strides let him keep up with the more quick-footed being, and the taller Warforged looked down at him as he almost met his pace.

[color=c1cdcd]"I have no other obligations to take care of."[/color] Nemorad answered the Genasi's previous question in his gravely tone. His eyes shifted towards the Kobold who skittered off to the side just as they reached the door to the tavern, and his head rotated to watch him as he paused. He felt that feeling of anxiousness rise up again as Lak Lok jumped up onto a patron's table and slapped their cutlery away. He half-turned back to the table, before the lizard deemed it necessary to explain himself. If the Warforged had muscles, they would've relaxed then. Maybe the Kobold wasn't as ill-manne- well, no he was that. But maybe he wasn't [i]so[/i] bad. He turned back to the door and pushed it open, following his partner.

[color=c1cdcd]"I've only been here for a day."[/color] He concluded, looking around as they entered the sunlight. His gaze fell upon his horse, who had taken it upon himself to wander to a random shrub and chomp at it, his reigns dangling off of his withers.
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