Lathus didn’t say much, or anything at all when it was announced what was being hidden within the warehouse.  His few years at university studying the physical sciences had given him an appreciation for such high-yield explosives.  It wasn’t that he knew the inner workings of such a device apart from the basic “how it works”, but it has given him a better understanding of the scale of devastation that can be achieved based upon the amount of energy that is contained.  It was a sobering experience being in such close proximity to something so powerful and yet grossly under protected.  If all it took was him putting on his drunken face and singing a few slurred songs was all it took to bypass the security detail, what was to stop another group without the understanding of its nature from doing the same and wondering what sort of treasure was inside the big metal case.<br/><br/>As a result, sleep did not come easily for the half-elf and it was only through worrying himself to the point of exhaustion that he managed to finally doze off.<br/><br/>When the group met the next morning, Lathus’ anxiety to leave was pretty apparent through several nervous ticks.  Before it would have been due to his excitement to setting forth on an adventure, now it was a matter of putting as many miles between him and the WMD as possible.