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I am interested, this looks awesome.
I'm interested.
Edited my post to match with Sylverblu's edit a little bit.
Grav looked at the little guardsmen and with a warning tone said "Little man need to know place, Interagrator make plans, not you." and with that, Grav started to pick up as much essentials as he could. His BONE implants told him to take the rations, the ammo boxes, and some of the heavier medical supplies.

Satisfied with his backpack, Grav stood behind the Interagrator and began to scan the area, looking for more mutants or just being close so he could get his orders.
Karnog was happy, things weren't going his way for awhile. Now he is going to go on some "Big Quest" and save the day, yeah...right. But since the dunmer mentioned food and drink, then equipment...well, Karnog isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Looking at the dunmer, Karnog said "Give me some Orichalcum, time, and a little ale and I will craft a weapon better than what you can give me."

Being an ork, Karnog was a natural at forging and its been months since he was able to do so. In all truth, if Malacath hadn't chosen him as his rage, Karnog would have been the strongholds forge master.
Karnog had heard about this, here and there. Nothing too solid, mostly tavern rumors. Yet, to hear it from this... elf who he didn't even know. Well, he did save him, so he now owed him a dept.

Shaking of his displeasure of having a life dept, Karnog asked with a tinge of excitement in his voice, "Will we be fighting these deadra?"

A deadra is one of the most well armed, well equipped creatures in Tamriel. To kill one in battle, will garner much honor and glory in the eyes of Malacath.
Wasn't there a things were only the people born with the guardian can speak to it? Like Darrow is the only one who knows what Math'Ura is saying?
The hike wasn't too long, Darrow had been humming a happy song his father had taught him when he was a child. As the song finished the quiet one had uncovered a trap door and some troughs, dropped his stuff on some hay at the bottom of the troughs, then jumped into the trap door. A splash was heard so Darrow didn't pay much mind, what he did notice was that the trapdoor was much too small to allow Math'Ura to slip in.

Turning to the others, Darrow asked "How,,,motherbear...fit?" Darrow didn't like the thought of Math'Ura staying up here all alone and if it came to it, he was going to stay up here with her.
As the mutant stuck in Grav's grip was turned into paste, Grav started to take account of his surroundings. Mutants were scattered everywhere and the remaining survivors were running away. As his rage melted away Grav pulled out the knife stuck close yo his neck. Lumbering around, he found Daisy lodged inside the caved in chest of a mutant.

Looking around, Grav surveyed the the forest then plodded back to camp and sitting down. Idly, Grav said "Grav's bites burn, reminds Grav of jungle place." While picking blood and bits of bone out of Daisy.
Karnog wasn't sure he liked this stranger, for one he was an elf, dunmer by the looks of it. Secondly, something about his choice of words didn't sit well with him.

A little wary of the stranger, Karnog said with his usual crass tone "If your the one that saved us, what's the catch? What do you get out of keeping us alive?" As he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the a wall.
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