<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 couldn't hold back the sudden, sharp snort of derision that echoed through his throat. She was the typical brash youngster, so sure of herself and quick to dismiss the caution of those more experienced than her, that was obvious. He had no idea where they had gotten the moronic idea that he wanted to wait until tomorrow before setting off - he had never once even intimated that, and had actually expressly stated that he wished to be gone by the end of the day - and he had really no idea<em>why</em>they all seemed so scornful of his attempts to ensure that as little went wrong as possible. Honestly, he felt a little vindicated that when they actually descended into the caverns it would likely be his own caution that saved lives in the unfamiliar terrain, but it was small comfort. What galled him was that she seemed content to trust his caution only a couple of years ago when he'd helped her in the forests, but now that she was safe and secure in her soft little town, she scorned the same advice he'd used to help her escape. You didn't live for twenty years in the forests of Numeria largely on your own without at least<em>some</em>survival skill, after all, and to have that experience questioned so brazenly...well. He was beginning to remember why he avoided people in general. Ungrateful, arrogant, ignorant cretins, most of them. He sincerely wished at that moment that he'd never left his forests.<br/><br/>"How about, if something goes wrong,<em>you</em>hold your breath and<em>I'll</em>use a contingency to drag your half-drowned body out of the water?" he snapped sharply. He was losing his temper, and quickly.<em>This</em>was why he was hesitant to go on this journey in the first place; people pissed him off, even more so when they apparently viewed his skills in such low regard. Honestly, if all they were going to do was belittle his attempts at contribution and act as if he was some gods-forsaken barbarian who had eaten a few too many suspicious berries, then perhaps they would be better off without him. He almost stood and left the bar then and there, but he forced himself to stay. Only a blight-taken<em>child</em>throws a tantrum and storms off when faced with disagreement, and unlike<em>some</em>people, he wasn't a child. He took a deep, steady breath through his nose to calm himself. His temper cooled as quickly as it had flared, and the flash of anger was replaced by a look of mild irritation, as if his outburst hadn't happened. He shook his head to clear it. "Only fools and blowhards<em>assume</em>that everything is going to go to plan. Only fools rush in without considering the possibilities of things going wrong, and it is<em>those</em>fools who die first." He shrugged. "If they're lucky, their idiocy only kills themselves and not their companions as well."<br/><br/>He glanced around the room. "It is not foolish or a waste of time to at least<em>inquire</em>after possible contingencies, should the worst come to pass. Since people seem to have missed it, I will reiterate. I intend to depart<em>today.</em>But that does<em>not</em>mean that I am going to journey into unknown territory, facing unknown danger for an unknown period of time without at least considering ways to mitigate the risk of life-threatening injury or horrible death. If you wish to rely on things going exactly to plan, then be my guest. If you ask politely, I<em>might</em>share my emergency supplies with you<em>when</em>things turn sour." He folded his arms and leaned back against the bar. He was done with that conversation. She could hiss and insult him all she wanted, but at the end of the day, she was a child who didn't know what she was getting into. True, he didn't know either...but at least he was intelligent enough to<em>recognise</em>and plan<em>around</em>that fact. Yes, he might well be a pessimist...but he would rather be a pessimist and be wrong, than be an optimist and be blindsided by things he hadn't even considered might go wrong. Magic wasn't infallible, after all, so it only made sense to prepare something just in case it went wrong. Besides, machines weren't 100% reliable either, but at least if you had one, you had a<em>chance</em>of getting out of things in one piece. If you didn't have a Plan B...well, you were fucked. And he<em>fully</em>intended to avoid such a fucking and get back to the surface in one piece. If Rix didn't like it, well...tough shit. He'd just have the pleasure of saying "I told you so" when things inevitably started to go wrong.