<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)</div>Irritably, Ian sighed and took one of Uxia's hands to stick it down his pants.<strong>"Oh my gods, fine. Yer like'a little kid. Could we discuss anythin' -other- than potatoes?"</strong>He looked around the group as if nothing unusual was happening at all. Truth be told, with Uxia, it wasn't.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, Rishi. Yer in charge when we get ta town. What're we doin'?"</strong>He grinned at the half-orc with a broad, trickster's smile.  His violet eyes sparked with interest at her response. It was something of a habit the others had experienced before: he always voted for the plan of whoever had the least experience with the situation. For the moral support and not for the ensuing chaos, obviously.<br/><br/>He sighed slightly, looking ahead at the forest.<strong>"What"a nice day. Who wants ta take bets that all'the other guards are a part of"a bandit gang an we're bein' led inta a trap?"</strong>He paused a moment before he sighed slightly, muttered something under his breath and said,<strong>"Well, Fellbrook? Yer an expert on such things, right?"</strong>