<strong>Name:</strong>Logan Riddick<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/>Logan listened to each in turn. Two of the three had quickly asked the same question, as would he in their position. What exactly were they going to be risking their life and limb for? He knew the answer to that, even if he didn't neccesarily agree with it. He just knew that Conner was going to go into the Wilds - with or with out him, and Logan had promised Conners mother he would protect him. Yes, Logan wasn't 100% on board, but there was nothing he was going to be able to do about it.<br/><br/>"To find the answer to that, you'll have to be at the Ferry by the appointed time. Any more revealed now - well, lets just say that there are prying eyes and ears that would probably slit your throat in your sleep tonight." He says, looking at each of them in turn. He bobbed his head at Elandra. She seemed to have been in such a situation before. "Aye, that is all you are going to be getting out of me tonight. So I suggest the rest of you follow her lead - get your gear ready, get some rest, and make sure you're not late. Once the Ferry leaves, consider yourself cut from this little outing."<br/><br/>He paused, letting the words sink in before finishing of his mug. Logans cloaked partner remained relatively motionless, his head moving from time to time as he studied those before him and those around them. He was satisfied that they were in no danger and rested a hand on the table. It looked like a natural movement to everyone other then Logan. The two had developed a sort of sign language over the years, more useful in sticky situations then ones like these, but he knew what it meant.<br/><br/>"I suggest you all watch your backs tonight either way. The purse is a large one and the village idiots will think you've already been paid." Logan stood, as did Conner - the cloaked figure. "Me and my partner are going to make our own preparations, so I bid you all adieu and goodnight."