Orup nodded, getting his belongs all tied down and ready to go. "Aye, near the back. It's where they bring in all the big ones to sacrifice," he said and then turned to his enormous animal, patting its thick hide lovingly. "But I wasn't going to let that happen to you, now was I? No, no, I certainly was not. All right, girl, let's crash this party for good!" With a cry, he leaped up onto the top of the amphibian with surprising agility, heeling its sides with a triumphant 'Hyah!' as he booted it down the tunnel, after Rua.
"Stand aside, boy, we'll lead you out of this den of evil."
John, who had been all but completely silent since Ginther's arrival, eyed the woman across from him, weighing the situation. He wished he could have a dozen men from Thimbelatch with him, right now, but she made a fine companion. He had a feeling that he wouldn't last too long on the road ahead of him without her, anyway.
After a long, thoughtful silence, he replied, "Not badly. I've wondered since the moment they found me who I was and what I was doing out here. Maybe there's a part of me that remembers who I really am, deep down, because these pieces seem to fit. I don't know why, but nothing Ginther just said really surprised me. This seems like what we're supposed to be doing, for some reason."
He looked away; what reason was that? If he knew, it seemed like it could go a long way toward keeping them alive, but he didn't know. "And you? Still want to do this?" he asked.
Thankfully, Elle'n managed to catch Larent's entrance down the stairs before he disappeared almost entirely. If not for that, she wondered if she'd have been able to spot him at all--certainly not first. At any rate, she was closing in behind him quickly, and in a few moments she had made it to his side, handing him a ticket casually.
"Glad to see you're still alive, Shepard," she said calmly, as if they did this every day.
Right, Syn and Lace. Good to know the names of the two psychopaths he had on board, then. Gigri motioned them to follow him down the tight corridor, unsealing the door and walking them down the length of his modest ship. In only a few moments, they were already near the front, and he opened the door to the cockpit where his two crew-members were.
"Right, so, this is Schwinn," he said, pointing at the woman in the pilot's chair who was chewing a piece of gum loudly. She just raised a hand in greeting at them, never turning around. "And this is Bavaria," he said, pointing to a humanoid robot over on the side who was working on fixing a component of the computer. "We named him that because he's broken, most of the time."
"I resent that," the machine replied, its voice sounding dry but wholeheartedly human.
Lajag did her very best not to roll her eyes at the man in front of her. No, definitely not the one she was looking for. She had heard rumors of someone defecting, recently--a malfunction in the system. Normally these things would be routinely rounded up and scuttled on to the next life, but they were actually useful in their own way, now that the world was going to Hell. She needed to find it.
"See," she replied, her voice a little thin with efforts for patience. "Dragons are very large and easy to detect. But these enemies from Allondell are much craftier than that, and a single undefended crevice could topple your whole kingdom, my liege."