<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>An odd sort of whirring sound echoed from the back of Thraxius' skull, as though some processing unit was chugging along and analyzing Cortez's every word.  It ended with a sharp typewriter-like<em>ding</em>, and after a moment or two of further contemplation he shook his head wearily.<br/><br/><em>"Don't much matter to me how we slay the heathens, so long as they're dead by the end of all this.  By flame or by steel, it makes no difference.  I don't hold much stock with your <strong>suspicions</strong>, but I'll trust in your judgment.  For now,"</em>he added gruffly, making a personal note to be less agreeable in the future.  His hands gripped the handle of the blade at his side, and he hefted it securely on one shoulder.<em>"You have my axe, most esteemed Trader Cortez."</em>