<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br/><br/>Arngrim nodded grimly to Velatha, "I suppose some kind of scholar is necessary if we want to do more than piss on the ruins of the ancient cities without knowing it's what we're looking for. I'm glad to hear you've some skill with martial arts as well, perhaps I'll expend a little extra effort to keep you alive after all. Forgive me if I'm not impressed you've studied the obsolete ways of a dead faction though. If they got wiped out in the first place, they can't have been that impressive."<br/><br/>His attention shifted to Morgan, than back to Anton as they continued to argue about magic, "You sure preach a lot for one who doesn't understand things himself Anton. It's not like we're being irrational here. There is nothing to imply magic will ever return as it once was. Magic cannot be relied on for anything, especially against the blight. It's not like all the failures were some thing of the past either, even today magician's spells fail and  those who rely on them suffer the consequences. I won't be signing any demon contract of yours, that's for sure. If I want to make use of something that can't always be relied on, I'll stick to my firearms. At least it's possible to fix them when they malfunction."<br/><br/>One last sweep around the party and Arngrim just sighs, "And I don't see what's so strange about tieflings coming along. Not even the Adramelechim are stupid enough to enter the great forest. I don't claim to understand the minds of those beasts, but they likely hate the blight as much as we do. The only thing unusual is that the tieflings are women. They'd be of much more use to the cause spawning soldiers and more breeders than endangering their wombs on this expedition. Tiefling lives are worth as much as any other when lost in service to a good cause. With our population so low, we can't afford to be picky."