"No worries, Thraxius. Im sure something mechanical will be need of you sooner than later. If nothing else, we have your cheerful disposition. Pick what you want at the moment, but *NOTHING* is yours until it's checked for chaos when we head back."<br/>Baromir picked up and moved further east, ready to dispatch the next set of heretics. His squad moved with silence and speed of predators. Not even a Ganameyde Thresher would be able to pick them out of the corridors.<br/><br/>Stealth 40/??  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25779)<br/>Concealment 01/??  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25780)<br/><br/>