Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

"...So does that happen a lot?"

Bohw shakes her head, her eye shot widely open in shock and responds. "Not any fucking more it will."

She lets Myra finish talking, but her gaze never turns from the direction of Watson and Nos, still rattling a bit from spell Watson just experienced. When she does finish, Bohw's expression looks as if she is somewhat confused, being curious she decides to check if she fully understands what Bohw just said. "You couldn't of chose anything harder, couldn't you? Look- Myra, this is a whole lot of trouble you're about to put yourself into, I don't think you understand the danger of it all. They have powers that we don't fully understand and we have no reliable way of countering this power, those demons and people down there, are trying to kill us. Kill. Us. I don't think they're above torture either... and the only way to stop them is to kill them first. If you think this is some kind of fun adventure, think again, we are supposedly heroes but this isn't some kind of folk story, this is the real, waking world and most of us here have learned that the hard way."

Bohw pauses to stop staring down the two for a moment to look at Myra, continuing while keeping them in the corner of their eyes. "However, if history serves as any note, you'll wanna come anyway, to be honest any help would be well welcomed, but last time we accepted the help of some lady in the middle of a fortress... it didn't go well, put it that way. Now think about it for a moment while I check this out."

She realizes Shanterel has been talking, to Bohw herself to be precise, she raises up a finger to Myra to signify she'll be a moment, listening to Shanterel's offer and grabbing her bowl, pausing in disbelief that she's getting high quality food in a place like this. Although she doesn't eat it just yet, grabbing it in one of her free claws and looking it over with interest. She hasn't used her bargaining skills in a while she thinks, her charm and sincerity isn't the best, but if this man (if he is even man which she is beginning to doubt) is an old friend of Mayor it's worth a shot.

"Thank you-, erhm, Shanterel? Yeah, Shanterel, you certainty know how to treat a lady, it looks delightful. But before I dig in, may I make a counter offer? I'll give you both my crossbows to turn that supposed old relic into some kind of weapon like you suggest, you give me the weapon and Mayor his items, in exchange I'll give you the rest of my coin, these two, masterfully engineered firework bombs and all the spare parts left over from the crossbows, does that sound like a fair enough trade?"

With that, Bohw sinks her teeth into her steak, looking surprised when she does so, she can taste the chalky, bland magic that was used to cook it, but she can tell it was masked with another magic spell, which was then overwhelmed by the meat and salt. Needless to say she is quite impressed, she snaps out of her state to actually chew and swallow her mouthful, then shouts above all the chaos, loud enough for everyone else to hear. "And to the rest of you lot! If you're done blowing yourselves up, this kind lady has offered her help in our quest, are there any objections?"

((EDIT: I need to stop letting my posts spiral so hugely out of control like this. I mean, having a lot of words is fine but I think this is kinda overkill.))