<strong>-- Jeremiah Oz (http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1281/thealchemist.jpg) - Alchemist (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8507) - Mildly offended. --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Jeremiah did a simply admirable job of keeping a straight face as Lucrece explained herself, and his eyes did not roll even a fraction of an inch upwards.  When she'd finally paused to take a breath and seemed to be finished talking, he forced as genuine a smile as he could possibly manage.  "<em>Please</em>spare me the lofty speeches, M'lady.  I do understand the particular sensitivities of your religion, I truly do, but you cannot fault a man for being a little cautious around someone who speaks of visions and gets attacked by magical constructs," he explained, slowly and deliberately.  "I'll try to refrain from intruding on your business, so long as you can get some sensible explanations out of Sir Barathion.  I don't particularly enjoy traveling<em>blind</em>, you see."<br/><br/>The alchemist only barely glanced back at Jojel, then did a swift double-take as he remembered something.  "Oh!<em>That!</em>I mean<em>her</em>, rather."  The man cleared his throat, growing flushed in the face.  "I didn't mention her before?  No?  Well, you were<em>in</em>the wagon at the time, and I just so happened to glance back and see her feet sticking out over the roof--that was when I nearly charged us straight off the road, if you recall.  A bit of whispered negotiations later and we gained a bit of a hanger-on, as it were."<br/><br/>He decided not to expound on the nature of said negotiations, which consisted primarily of his reservations buckling under the weight of the woman's pouty face.