"Well be a good girl and I might share some potions," Jake had replied, this time in Common, with a grin to Mora's statement about knowing alchemy.  He had, of course, completely ignored the question about where he had learned the troll language but he had shrugged once again when Mora mentioned that he seemed to be hiding his background.<br/><br/><i>Hey it's not like I know anyone here.</i>And even though this group had people that could be counted as allies to the Alliance - Tygrane and Erma to be exact considering the factions they claim to belong to -, Jake wasn't going to trust them unquestionably.  People had different motives and sometimes those motives may mean some permanent damage to some people.  That was how mercenary work went.<br/><br/><i>Rogue 101,</i>Jake thought to himself humorously.<i>Not everyone that's going to stab you in the back are the stereotypical scumbags with bad teeth.</i><br/><br/>Mora was a good example.  When speaking in Common she could seem like a soft-speaking, shy troll that may just not be used to human - or elf, gnome, and naga - contact what with her apparent love of the outdoors.  But once you got her comfortable by doing something like speaking in her language she could really speak when she wanted to.  And she seemed very interested in Jake's origins to the point where the rogue was feeling like he was being interrogated.  Eh, he could always have a worse interrogator.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he was saved from any further discussion when their employer started speaking, interrupting their 'little chatter'.  Jake just grinned in reply before planting his feet on the table while leaning back and folding his hands behind his head to listen to what their mission entailed.  As it turned out, it was the usual kind of thing that you found in Azeroth nowadays; sealed demons, magical keys to open a vault of treasure, the works.  Jake had no idea who Gron Hammerstorm was but the story of his corruption, treasure collecting, and later self-entombment was something he heard several times from similar stories.<br/><br/>Jake raised his head just a tad higher so that he could see Fillet's tiny finger pressing down on a certain point on the map that he laid out for the group.  Stranglethorn Vale.  Other then the herbs that one could find in Stranglethorn that Jake was now listing at the top of his head, there were a lot of dangerous creatures.  Crocolisks, basilisks, panthers, raptors, and a whole mess of other critters that would gnaw on any bit of bone and flesh that may cross their path.  And in this case, they were going to have to worry about cannibalistic trolls.  Jake briefly glanced in Mora's direction, wondering how she may feel about killing other trolls.  Probably nothing.<br/><br/>"Question," Jake interjected upon Fillet asking if they had any and after Erma and Etheda asked their own. "Well, two really.  Are we sure that this magic bag will work?" He shrugged. "Either way I'm not holding onto the amulet.  As for my second question, do the stories say anything about finding anything else<i>other</i>then treasure once the vault is open?  I mean you did say that Hammerstorm sealed himself with his treasure."<br/><br/>True, this had to have happened years and years ago but that was the funny thing with magic; the rules of reality tended to be broken when it was involved.  There's been portals made that lead to other worlds, soul-stealing runeblades, and corpses rising from the grave to take up arms against the living.  Having seen how ugly magic could get, Jake was very wary when it was involved.<br/><br/><i>At least if you mess up an invisibility potion it'll only cause your flesh to disappear and not everything else.  Mess up a spell and you could summon a demon or make your very own hurricane to wipe out a village.</i><br/><br/>By the Light, Jake was happy with his mortal weapons of knives and poisons.  Magic was just too much of an unknown and unreliable factor for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>