Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141128022906/@comment-11457306-20141130203403

(Okay, I'm back.)

Megan's opinion of Darach went down another notch.

"Enough!" she said sternly. "You are all sqabbling like children.  Clearly we need chain of command and I for one am not going out on another mission unless General Weltrod makes it clear who is in charge.  We got lucky here.  Next time we might not be so lucky.  Most definitely they will get untied and come after us.  If we leave one of our number behind, they will overpower him and they have at their disposal Dwemer technology that we know very well is here.  If you do not wish to kill them, then we need to move on and then we will be forced to kill them later.  So be it.  Make up your minds, but I for one will not stand here much longer."

She turned to Irvan. "And you, Irvan, whatever that dagger is, you keep it sheathed, for I can sense the evil within it.  I am certain it drew you to kill the first man and you risk your very soul with each use.  Find another weapon."

She raked them all with a scathing look and then turned to walk to the next doorway to wait.

Riona's eyebrows went up at Megan's diatribe, but as she finished up her expression became hard. In that moment, she looked very much like her aunt. "She's right, you know.  We'll get nowhere if we stop and debate each move.  We can't keep our hands clean forever and we are neck deep in some nasty business." She turned and went to wait by Megan.