"Response: We split up for the first time at the very beginning of the mission. My group was to make contact with the goblins, while the other four members each took slightly different routes to scout out the area.
Response: This one feels that the team overall got along fairly well. The less vocal members followed directives, while the more vocal members communicated well with eachother and exchanged information effectively. As this one mentioned, there was some disagreement between this one and mordred at the end about our best course of action. After some conversation, he convinced this one that going to the merc base was the optimal course of action. Don't tell him this one admitted that, though."
"Your secret is safe with us. It appears that your group used farseeing quite effectively. Speculate ofr me: why do you think the mercenaries emptied their encampment when they did?"
Examining the blue crap further. What is it, how does it work, is it safe for me to get help from a doctor?
The alchemists poke, prod, and in general annoy you in regard to the blue stuff. Turns out it is some kind of pain generating mechanism. Possibly a side effect of a spell or ... you know, some magic gunk. The alchemists are quite interested in taking samples, including body parts. I'd suggest making a tactful retreat and finding an apocathery, a doctor, and perhaps another necromancer. Get yourself either bound to the blue stuff, or rebuilt so you can remove it. Just tell me what you want to do - assimilate it, remove it and repair your body to functionality, or something else, and we'll let the npcs squabble over the leftovers.
"I AM FINE, ALBEIT SHAKEN SOMEWHAT. UNFORTUNATELY, DESPITE HAVING LIVED AMONG THE BIPEDAL RACES FOR A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF MY LIFE, I STILL STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND YOUR BEHAVIOR; THAT PARTICULAR INDIVIDUAL DID NOT STRIKE ME AS ANY STRANGER THAN ANY OTHER I HAVE ENCOUNTERED RECENTLY. ITS INSTABILITY MAY HAVE BEEN OBVIOUS TO YOU, BUT NOT TO ME.
FURTHERMORE, I ASSUMED THAT YOUR LACKEY WOULD KNOW BETTER THAN I WHAT MATERIALS COULD AND COULD NOT WITHSTAND SUCH A BLOW. I AM FLATTERED THAT YOU TAKE ME FOR A TINKERER, BUT TRUTH BE TOLD I KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT ARMOR THICKNESS AND THE LIKE."
Say the above.
"Ah, I see. Well, from now on, assume anyone in Omega does not have your best interests at heart. Oh, the alchemists are generally harmless, unless you happen to be around when they are performing an experiment, or you have something interesting tey want to test. And the quartemasters are easy enough to work with, since they prefer to exchange loot and services to actually stabbing you. but most of us came here unwillingly, because of our predilection for ... uncivil behavior, shall we say? Ah! look at that, your armor. Shall we test it again? I am sure it will stand up better to a hit this time. reinforced, you see."
Your armor is clunked down by a more surly fellow, who scowls at you for a minute before stomping off.
"he's a little irritated at having to do this a second time, you see."
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