<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 had to forcibly stop himself from glaring at Rix; the nerve of some people. For one, you<em>never</em>tell a man how to care for his own weapon as if he doesn't know what to do, especially somebody as experienced as him; what was Rix? Like...15, 16 years old? Around that age anyway. He'd been using the bow longer than she'd been<em>alive,</em>and she thought to lecture him on proper care and maintenance of a weapon she'd likely never even held? The bow was an extension of him, a part of his own arm. It was more than a piece of equipment, it was a<em>part</em>of him, and somebody who had never used one in their life sought to instruct him on details that any idiot would know? Oh, he knew she didn't mean anything by it - he wasn't so proud and foolish as all that, which is why he bit back his scornful retort -  but it still spoke volumes about her trust in his skill. And this after he was really the only one in the group to deal any real, meaningful damage to that machine with the bow that he<em>apparently</em>didn't know how to use? She'd met him in the forests of Numeria, where damp conditions and wet weather were the norm, and she thought that he didn't know how to keep his bow in a dry, decent condition? He bristled at the implication that he was some child who needed to be led by the hand. He wouldn't tell her how to fix machines, so he would like to think that she wouldn't tell<em>him</em>about the bow.<br/><br/>But starting a fight over it would accomplish nothing, and if nothing else, he didn't want to stir up bad blood between him and the party before they descended into a life or death situation where their feelings towards him might well influence whether they saved him or not if he found himself in trouble. Still, her condescending attitude towards his request did irk him somewhat, and combined with her presumptuous assertion that he didn't know how to take care of his equipment, it was just a little too much condescending nonsense for him. He clenched his teeth a little, then forcibly unworked his jaw and, in as normal a voice as he could manage, shot her a glance and an aside as he waited for the answer to his questions. "We were informed that he<em>might</em>give us one. That's not a certainty. Besides, magic can be...unreliable at times. What do we do if the spell fails or expires in an inconvenient spot? What if it's only a one way spell, so we cannot use it on the way back? What if he gives it to us on a scroll, and that scroll gets damaged or lost? What if he gives us a scroll, but it's one-use-only and we come across a large body of water that we must cross to proceed? What if none of us can<em>use</em>the scroll on the way back for whatever reason?"<br/><br/>He shook his head, and did his best not to snort. Derision would not help him here, and besides...he knew, behind the irritation at having to explain himself, that she meant no malice with her words. She was...single minded, and often said the first thing that came to her head. She meant no offence, most likely, so it would behove him to at least explain his rationale calmly. "Contingencies are never a bad thing. It's better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it." He leaned on the bar to his side, falling quiet. He'd justified himself. If they still disagreed, well, whatever. If the spell failed and they didn't have water-breathing gear as a back-up, then that was their own damn problem. And of course, there was the problem of Ket; he needed a diving bell or somesuch similar airtight container to transport him in, since he doubted the little eagle would appreciate being dunked in the water. He glanced back at Val. "I'll also need a container for Ket," he noted, reaching up to scratch the eagle under the chin idly. "I'd rather not have to fight an angry bird while swimming. Where might I find a suitable device for transporting him?" He glanced at Ket. It would be tricky getting him into the cage, but he was<em>not</em>leaving him behind. No way, no how. Ket was his oldest friend...no matter where he went, Ket went too. And that was that.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Drazzek is still looking over the wreck for anything interesting. See above roll. :-)