The bull closes his eyes and grits his teeth for a moment.  He’s starting to get a feel for the people he’s fallen in with, and he’s pretty sure several of them are going to sorely try his patience before they get back to town.  Between Xarithe having made a pass at almost every female in the group and Turilia rushing into combat before any planning at all could be decided — and now Eiyre randomly deciding to snack on a fallen foe for the sake of doing so — he was wondering how seriously some of them were taking this.  At least Turilia was working toward their goals, he grudgingly conceded, and he was amused at the various ironies of her probable lack of patience with them while the bull’s was tried by her overall lack thereof.  “We might want to stay on point until after we’ve accomplished our task,” he observes under his breath to no one in particular, though the bull does say to Eiyre, “You may want to save some room for when we find their base of operations, remember.  It’s unlikely to be unattended.”<br/>Gorun clomps his way over to the interrogation, standing beside Albali.  He’s never been one for theatrics, though he understands its place in intimidation tactics well enough that he makes no comments about what’s been done with and to the druid following the fight.  After the elvish woman makes her demands, he adds, “And name your informant in town.  You were expecting us, which would have been obvious even without the comment made by one of your fallen comrades.”<br/><br/>((Aid another (Albali’s intimidate check):<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/141061">8</a>— Hey, if I’m going to roll a natural 1, this is probably the best spot to do it. ¬.¬; ))