IC: (Ayna) "Yeah, sure." IC: (Ranir) She frowned. "Don't you want to come along?" IC: (Datrox) It was time to put on the old Datrox Charm™. "Suicide? Maybe. I'll give you this warning: the guys who are running the show in Ko-Koro used to answer to the Makuta himself. They got metal creatures with squishy worms for brains that can gut you like a ruki fish, and the combat skills and dark powers to hurt you to the point you wish you were dead. Now, you seem like the type o' fella who's good at...keeping himself together..." He paused and looked over Cyramar, realizing what he'd said. "...so I think with Sor and I by your side, you'll be fine with that lil' laser gun of yours. Especially if we can gather more, ah, aid for this venture." He leaned in close. "So then," he said, a smirk developing on his face, "whaddya say? Are you in, or are you out?"