The people seemed more than eager to put out the thoughts into words. Sometimes it was like this, other times it was just everyone nodding and everyone packed their beds to get going.<br/>The bleak human lady was the first to voice her opinion, a great leadership attribute right there yes yes! Fillet only had positive reactions to her so far.<br/><span style="color: green">"Rest assured, miss Wizsilberline. I am adventurer, not a murderer. We only kill what's necessary to get what we're after. If the tribe does not raise their spears and shadow magics, less work for us. There should be no reason to risk wounds to slow us down if avoidable." </span><br/><br/>He then turned his head towards the High elf, who was second to ask a question. One of less concern but still one worthy of an answer. It was a good thing that, maybe he was not as worried about the trolls. That shows great confident in him.<br/><span style="color: green">" We will see one or another tavern along our ways, Etheda. But you will have to get used to fire camps and tents. Resting and restoring strength is an important aspect of any successful adventure. But once we get into the thick of that jungle we ain't leaving till we got what we're looking for. "</span><br/><br/>Ah yes, he looked down the map. Stranglethorn was immense, at lot bigger than one could imagine by looking on the map. The traps and animals living there, giant raptors and even ogres resides in the deeps. He'd have to be careful, if he would want to make sure no one would succumb inside the jungle. Team work would be the key. And no splitting what so ever.<br/>And now the show off himself presented with two questions Fillet himself did not truly know the answer of. A critique is always required to test the skills of a true leader. And Jake's questions was most likely something the whole team would like to know about.<br/><span style="color: green">" We don't know even the slightest if the bag will work or not. It have been tested on weaker artifacts and magical imbued trinkets. But I cannot guarantee anything, the shards will be my personal responsibility. After all, this my expedition and I would dislike someone running off with an important piece of the key that will lead us to the treasures.<br/>
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Can't say I know what lies ahead of us more than Stranglethorn, even less what actually exists in the tomb. It's one thing you have to ask yourself when you go onto a quest of this caliber. <br/>
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Are you willing, to do whatever it takes, to potentially become rich?<br/>
It's a gamble, mister Mastre. It's all in, double or nothing.<br/>
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 We might leave empty handed, or pockets full of gold. We won't know for sure until we get there. But I trust my sources more than anyone else. They have many times turned out to be right."</span><br/>Fillet could mention his immense riches lying in his bank account in Ironforge. But why risk someone cutting his throat just to get a hold of it? The less they knew  about him, the better. After all, Fillet was an eternal adventurer with an extreme thirst for the thrill and kicks. The treasures he got through his years have only been building up in his valve. Maybe one day he'll find a use for it, like a gnome theme-park or making a solid gold statue in Stormwind's Park.<br/><br/>The last one to speak was the troll, Fillet nodded approvingly to her. He had traveled in jungles before, but having someone who is a natural in the environment is a great feat. So far, the group was building up nicely.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>