<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/d7/6b/41d76b6c131f89fbd3031c288b831381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drazzek Farstrider<br/><strong>HP:</strong>11 / 11<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Foundry Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cosima, Kal, Rix, Val.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Drazzek breathed a silent, private sigh of relief as his arrow seemed to pierce something important in the robots neck, and it toppled to the ground, suddenly heavy and lifeless. Two arrows...well, it could have been worse. He'd fought beasts out in the roughs that had taken three times that many to take down, and had involved far more running and hiding to get the better of. This fight had been far, far easier than those, thankfully...though he didn't doubt that the fights down below would be far worse. After watching at least two of his companions check that the machine was actually "dead," and not just...playing possum, he supposed, he slid his bow and his nocked third arrow back into his quiver, settling it along his back carefully. He was about to open his mouth to speak...when perhaps the most energetic young woman bounded through the opening in the bar after the robot. Well, at any rate, she didn't seem to be<em>angry</em>that they'd broken the machine, so that was something. He inclined his head briefly in greeting as Ket flew back over to him and settled on his shoulder.<br/><br/>So...this thing had been activated, with no idea on what it would do, what its purpose was or a way to deactivate it? Seemed like foolishness of the highest order to him, but he kept his mouth shut. It was one of those times when a sarcastic comment was unlikely to make things better. He did lift an eyebrow at the revelation of Cosima being an android, though...interesting. New information was always good. He'd have to keep an eye on her in case she malfunctioned too, but...well, she hadn't done anything aggressive yet, so he wasn't too concerned. Androids died the same as everybody else with an arrow through their eye. He grunted as he absently took the arrowhead from Kal, pocketing it as if he hardly noticed it was there. "A good hunter doesn't<em>need</em>luck; he makes his own fortune." Well, it wasn't a glowing show of gratitude and humility, but it was the most Kal was going to get; superstitious nonsense, really, though he never said it. Out in the wilds, if you lost your footing and twisted your ankle, it wasn't bad luck...it was bad<em>form.</em>If you always blamed poor luck for your failings, you never improved or learned anything...and you died. It had been a hard lesson to learn, but important.<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the young woman - Val - and inclined his head. "We are looking for your father, and the others who went missing in the cave, but we'll need to do some swimming to get in. I suppose you having some sort of device that allowed us to breath underwater for a time would be making it too easy?" He lifted an eyebrow. If she had something that could make their entrance less arduous, well...that would be more than welcome. "If not, then maybe something that could help us deal with these things," he waved his hand at the machine, "a bit more handily?" No, he wasn't one for sentiment; practicality, that was the name of the game. He eyed the wreck in front of him; it would be bad form to loot somebody elses property right in front of them, but if he could spot something useful, perhaps he could sneak it off while she wasn't looking or something...well. Worth a look, at any rate.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Drazzek looks over the wrecked bot to see if there's anything noteworthy to him on its body that he might be able to strip off with little effort without anybody noticing. Since it's a sight-based perception, he gets an extra +3 from Ket.<br/><br/>Drazzek Rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99292)