IC: Tsulcrix stared at the sea as she walked behind the other warlocks, absorbed in her own thoughts. On the one hand, she had been lucky enough to escape Arhtok at all, let alone with comrades. On the other hand, she had also been drafted into an elite mission for the Order of Warlocks, one that she was grossly under-qualified for.In the end, between the shock of the recent massacre and her tiredness, the dark-skinned warlock decided it would be best to voice her concerns:"Um...I'm all for helping the Order, but I'm only a scribe and bookbinder. Won't I end up being dead weight?" She asked bluntly.OOC: Not an invitation to boot her, just a conversation starter. http://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/sarcastic.gif