Jonas slipped up behind the half-orc, a dagger pressed ever so lightly to the man's back.<strong>"Step away slowly and carefully or I use this, and given my class abilities I daresay it would prove lethal. Trust me when I say I would have no qualms about doing it and it seems to me that the PvP barriers have gone down. You are harassing my ally. If it takes killing you to save her and myself I will do it. Do we understand?"</strong>There was no heat in his voice, no animosity. He was not making a threat so much as explaining himself as if to a very slow child. This was after all a half-orc. A moment's worry had prevented him from doing so sooner, but the reassurance that his body would be taken care of, at a hospital no less (he adored hospitals, the sanitary smell and nature), left him only with the concern for his mind and for his safety. They had done well enough so far against the rats and if they wished to stay alive it would be wise to form a cadre of sorts.<br/><br/><strong>"Moshi, Tigara,"</strong>he considered a moment leaving the barbarian to go off and die on her own, but she was a brute force and could at least keep things off him.<strong>"Iona. We should begin work. I'll brew up some poisons to keep... people wary. No telling who might resort to ambushing players."</strong>Any irony in his statement was entirely lost on him. Sure he'd just threatened to kill another human being, but he wasn't impeding progress. He couldn't help thinking that what they needed to pick up was a healer, so they didn't have to come back to town for healing in between quests. Sure he loved it here, but he might eventually want to have his real life back. Anyway, anything worth doing was worth doing well, so they should try to be the highest level, if only to quash the attempts of others to take their lives or items.