<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pP3Wpir4Jdk/UNULbEPJS3I/AAAAAAAAGeI/cImxtHkm-9Q/s400/Adolf+Weissmann.jpg)</div>"Make sure you do. And don't forget it. Any more squabbling like a pack of unruly juveniles and we'll never get outside the city, much less find a cure for the damned plague," Saren growls, glaring at Dean. Did he really need to travel with these immature louts? The guard didn't actually seem like a captain--no discipline, no sense of order, only defiant insubordination for the sake of . The tiefling was spouting nonsense about the murder of some nameless, common citizens and unfortunate guardsmen--not that it was fine, since it disrupted the way that the city worked, but if the whole point was intimidation of the guard captain then it had apparently failed miserably. And then there were the two meek girls--one he vaguely recalled seeing momentarily when browsing the Great Library for works and articles on laws and policies of the city. She had never really made a mark on his mind, but if she was here, who could know her true intentions or what she was really like? The other had on strange, outlandish clothing that would have looked more fitting in the Carnival of Chaos. Was she some kind of cultist who only had on a facade of timidness, hiding her personality insidiously until she sabotaged their mission at just the right moment to further the spread of chaos in the city--and farther forth?<br/><br/>All needed to be watched carefully. That was his only conclusion thus far, but his instinct told him that it was a good one. He wondered to himself which one of the four would turn upon him first for the sake of destroying any chance of finding a cure to the plague, and if the others might be in collusion with them or aid him in dispatching the infiltrator once they revealed their true intentions.