"I mean shamans," John confirms. "You know. Friendly folk. Interested in dragons. Interested in dragon related things. Interested, in turns out, in Ysverai's heart. Unfortunately--" and he casts about, moving for something to begin tying up the bandit with properly. "Betty here doesn't know exactly where they took it. However, shamans are a good start and she did know something about their plans."
He moves to kneel over the bandit, moving around her unconscious limbs to begin binding them.
"Now, for 50 points, what do shamans want with a creepy still beating dragon heart?"
His tone is light, playful even, but there's an edge to it still. John is aggravated by the whole situation -- by losing it, by finding out what they want it for, by the various bruises and injuries he has. One arm is moving a little less fluidly than the other as he ties, movement restricted still.
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He moves to kneel over the bandit, moving around her unconscious limbs to begin binding them.
"Now, for 50 points, what do shamans want with a creepy still beating dragon heart?"
His tone is light, playful even, but there's an edge to it still. John is aggravated by the whole situation -- by losing it, by finding out what they want it for, by the various bruises and injuries he has. One arm is moving a little less fluidly than the other as he ties, movement restricted still.