<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Doc21.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Dylan Silverheart</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190719.msg9238263#msg9238263)<br/>(Stats) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13032)<br/><hr/><br/>"So you two ladies should just head on to those hot springs. It'll be a while before we've got anything better than sand to bathe in, most like. If I have time I'll swing by and join you. Or maybe best to save all of our strengths?" He tipped his hat to the women as they exited.<br/><br/>It was time for serious thought though. Splitting the bodyguards from the one they were going to protect and his equipment sounded like a setup if he'd ever heard one. Dylan glanced over at the kobold but decided he didn't trust him enough to draft him as an accomplice. Too bad, too -- you could use the little runts to get in just about anywhere. Nobody ever paid them much mind.<br/><br/>"I reckon I'll be getting a little shuteye. See the rest of you bright and early."<br/><br/>Unfortunately his investigations turned up nothing. He got as close as he could to the two skybarges being loaded down with equipment, and to the best that his skills could tell him there was nothing amiss. It was three hours wasted, talking to dockhands and tracking down as much information he could. Finally he had to admit to himself that if there was treachery afoot it was too well hidden for him to tease out. At least he'd learned the names of most of the crew. That could come in handy later.<br/><br/>When it was time to launch at high noon he had a clean pressed suit, an organized pack with chemicals of every description, and a good five hours' sleep. Time to earn a few gold.<br/>