[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    parted his lips, as if to reply, but he saw it, remembered some of it too, and so his lips pressed together once more and he said nothing. Her next words elicited no verbal response either, just a brief glance and a nod. Action was at least better than inaction. Perhaps times and new knowledge would change things, perhaps not. Either way, Farren had no desire to attempt to convince her further, he could tell it was a battle he would not win. So, pragmatically, he conserved his energy and focused on the path ahead of them. When they inevitably grew near the Industrial Ward, Farren would bid the others wait a moment as he retrieved the Piercing Rifle and Beastflayer from the Messengers. When that was done he’d continue with the others to cross the remaining distance, loading the Rifle with a quicksilver bullet as he did before arranging the weapon into place on his back as he had previously, its like alongside that of the Beastflayer. He decided to load his Blunderbuss with a quicksilver bullet as well, before replacing it at his hip, ensuring he’d be ready for their next encounter.