"On the contrary, if you had listened to our friend with the skullcap, pun intended, I am quite sure that you too would have understood that at least some of us here have intentions of retrieving it. If you wish to discuss it with him and dissuade him, that's another story entirely. For now, though, I'm operating under the assumption that we'll be taking it out of the city until informed otherwise," Joy explained quickly, hooking a thumb in the direction of the Engineer.<br/><br/>"Beyond that, a royal warstrider is nothing to spit at, regardless of all other considerations, and while getting it out of the city might be difficult, I'm quite certain that its reward would equal or exceed the difficulty of doing so. Furthermore, since your patron has decided to send us to Lookshy first, before consulting with She Who Must Be Obeyed, I feel that we ought to get something out of the affair if possible. Again, I'm sure you could appeal this, but I admit to having little interest in doing so."<br/><br/>For his part, Joy remains upbeat and his tone pleasant as he spouts all of this off. If anything, he seems a little bouncy beneath his bundle of rags, though this comes across as small, subtle shifts in his center of mass rather than any real movement. Every so often, however, he moves to a sufficient degree that the shields on his back clatter together, sending the hollow noise echoing off of the far reaches of Merciless's harsh architecture.