<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br/><br/>Arngrim's eyes narrowed angrily at Anton's mockery, but his voice remained calm and composed as he responded to the casters words, "It will take much more than wishful thinking to save our world. You can stand around waiting for someone else to fix our problems if you wish, but I'll be no party to such foolishness." Arngrim's expression softened into a smirk before he fired off a smug closing statement, "Although the way you go on about wishing the gods would fix our problems... seems to me you really believe in them, and wish they'd do something."<br/><br/>Not waiting for a response from Anton, he made his way over to Velatha, evaluating her with his eyes, "I hope you brought more to this expedition than ego and good looks. Some of us are going to die, and I'd sleep better at night knowing we didn't have any deadweight dragging the rest of us down. You can believe whatever you like about the past, but it doesn't change the fact we grew dependant on magic, and it was taken away from us. It's not something we can rely on ever again."