With a gasp of relief, the rogue is tossed to the ground by Machiko, heaving breaths as he works to get his feet back under himself again. He takes a couple of moments to get himself under control and then scramble crab-walks a little closer to his brother. The two of them pull themselves up and stand with one arm slung over the other. The archer still barely takes his eyes from Morgan, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.<br/><br/>The orc keeps his hands up near his head as Ming releases him, though he makes no attempts to not very obviously look up her skirt as she moves her leg past. Indeed, with the fight done and a pair of bare legs over him, he's gotten fully cooperative. About the only thing aggressive about him at this point is the aggressive tenting of his pants, which he attempts to adjust and hide away as he stands up at her instruction. He grabs hold of the barbarian by the hair and pulls him to his feet and they walk out to join the discussion, a couple feet back from Ming. "Nothing a healing potion won't take care of," the orc confirms as he nods to Corr and the dragonborn.<br/><br/>As Diabelle and Morgan begin to grill the raiders, Corr turns to the dragonborn and gives a sour look before beginning to answer. "We began firing because we had no way of knowing whether the shadow had first gotten here or if the statue was controlled by someone else. Needless to say, getting the statue is important. We are looking to get hold of it and sell it, but that is simply because we aren't... the heroing type." He scowls a bit before adding, "Men such as us are not the ones to save the world. But we do not wish for it to end."<br/><br/>The dragonborn's eyes do not move from the statuette of the dragon, his body fully tense as he watches Diabelle holding it. As her finger rubs over the head, there is a moment that he seems ready to call out to her to stop again, but then he relaxes. The head of it pressing into her cleavage is all that draws his attention from the statue, when she moves it away his eyes do not stop staring at her breast. At her proposal, the dragonborn shakes his head and snorts out smoke, "I'm afraid that is fully impossible. There's no question that it will have been sensed. The statue needs to move. With or without us." He gives a glance to Corr and adds, "Danger will follow the statue. If they will not give it to us, then it will follow them."<br/><br/>He looks off to the east and his thick scaled brow furrows, "Even now, I sense it drawing closer... It will be upon us soon."  Off to the east the sky has turned black, unnaturally so, leaving everything beneath it darker than it should naturally be. A shudder of hateful magic drawing closer is felt by any of the survivors who have arcane knowledge. "The statue cannot stay here. Wrap it in cloths and hide it away, for half the world is hunting it as we speak and more dreadful forces than you've ever heard of are among them."