<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/57/a7/b7/57a7b741ee43ca3d3831764197ae8513.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Echo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316128.msg15265341#msg15265341)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dunn Vale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shots fired<br/><br/>"Can't be that dangerous, Kala." There's no actual anger or hostility to his voice, but the precise words he chose seem to hold a double meaning. It's true that he does not do well with words, but that excuse probably wouldn't apply to that specific sentence. "It's likely a complicated key, or part of some sort of crank mechanism." But he says this after only a few glances at it from afar. He'd like to get a look at it, but that was not strictly his area of expertise.<br/><br/>It was hard to miss the red-skinned woman as she approached the group, and he waved. "Sounds about right. We should get some breakfast, then open it up." He spoke with an itchy enthusiasm that Rubruma could likely sympathize with. Hell, of the group, they probably had the most in common. That was his prerogative, at least.