(Originally posted by Lord_Ganlon on Jul 19, 2009)
Conrad sighed. Lowering the knife, he resheathes it, wanting to keep them from knowing where. I'm afraid, Folks, I am not gonna be able to answer everything. I'm not going to face a firing squad just to make you feel better." Conrad states, his tone dead. Sitting on the edge, and then standing, he stretches somewhat, noting his helmet was off. Seems they had an idea of how to work a helmet buckle. Looking at Dronel, Conrad smirks. "So, Elf, what do you want to ask first?" Conrad asks, crossing his arms across his chest, and leaning lightly against the cloth fabric of the tent.