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Jerod sighed, he hated yelling, it wasn't worth the effort nine times out of ten. He reckoned this was that tenth time. He said something funny? Well, yes, fine, that would do. As long as she wasn't literally going to string him up by his intestines, he could leave sleeping lions be. Or, insane mad lass. And to think they had been getting on so well, he thought. She probably would still be creepy enough, but he knew at least one boundary at least. Her apology to the Grandmaster, which he just noticed, Exalt, which he ALSO just noticed, and champion o naga, which he did not just notice, brought a smirk to his face regardless. If for no other reason then to hide his reaction to the sudden change in the mad lassies reactions. "Ach, sorry fer that lad, never been good with all this fancy royalty nonsense. Told ye before, and I'll tell ye again. Ye got me blade and aid in this mess before, and ye'll have it until its all said and done, yea? Now, if ye don't mind me askin, where does this lot keep their drinks? I think I'll be needin a few for the evenin..." Jerod certainly didn't elaborate why, and the woman coming in yelling only made him more unhappy with the situation. And the dark mage was threatening the newcomer. Oh, great, Jerod thought with a sarcastic bent, what a surprise. And, gods help him, he was opening his mouth to say something and couldn't stop himself. "Ey, dark spell spitter lass, me thinks the two can sort out their differences, yea? Hows about we go clean up those bodies, ye yourself said somethin' about em earlier. I owe ye for embarresin ye in front of these noble types." Jerod considered it an olive branch for his prior statement, at least from what she had said about her hobbies before already to the champion. That, and if it got him, number one, and her, probably should be the first one to get out of collateral damage range, out of this damned fancy nobles court, all the better. He would regret it later, but if he could at least smooth things out between him and the crazy dark mage lass, that would hopefully keep her from plucking his eyeballs out at night. For awhile, at least. At worst, as soon as they were out of sight, he was going to get strung up by his innards. Great options there, Jerod mentally berated himself for it while not betraying his facial expressions right now.

Every party needs an Old Hubba to keep things moving forward.

> /Jacob is curled up in corner with a bottle of whiskey. > > "I can't sleep... She'll come in my tent... Can't sleep, must stay awake." > > /Grand Master Andres sitting beside him. > > "Well if it's that bad just invite her in, if she sleeps next to you then it won't be weird boy. Trust me, besides you take much longer I'll see if Rylan will go on a date with you. Seriously your sure your not gay?" "I swear, ye bloody crazy old man, she'll pluck me eyes from me still breathin skull at this rate! And if ye ask that backstabbin snake anythin about this, I swear I'll rip ye a new arsehole, ye hear? I know what me preferences be, ye hear?"

And that's just on excerpt, imagine everything she has in that thing? Not sure anyone in the party would want to know.

"Lad, I'm starting a booze fund fer everyone who's been scarred by that blasted woman. Kind o' like one of them booze rations, with more requirements."

"Whatever ye blasted fools do, don't be mentionin' that eyepatch o' hers. She don't take kindly to it. I'm going to drink THAT little experience away now, if ye don't mind none..."

The world would be a little bit darker without him around. We must all seek advice from him at some point or another.

We need him to make constant, off the sight commentary, he needs to see everything that happens, and just get his commentary.

"Ach, his title ain't sir, its laddie! Trust me, kiddie there loves that."

Hmm, Donney is definitely up there. Despite her prankster ways, Lissa is pretty dependable at times, in my opinion. So I would be tied between Stahl, Donney, and Lissa.