[Sillasion]

As they turn to look at her approach she offers a wide grin and a pop of the eyebrows to them.
As Alpha lays out where she will be placed she adds her own comment..
"Zis is a gut place to be, I am thinking. "
 As he directs her attention back to Deet, she smiles
"Fan-Fucking-Tastic! Zis is ze good news!"
She offers a lighthearted salute and meanders over to the bar to the ork, sliding up to him with a shit eating grin.
"Bonjour Deet! It is seeming ve are ze team today. Is your bike as nice as zat mace?"
Her eyes break from him to his mace as her last line rolls off her pierced tongue.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
Etiquette roll please!

[Sillasion]

Etiquette 4 + Cha 6 = Pool 10
10d6.hits(5)=2
  dammit...

[Scawire]

Ya I saw something no ID on what but there is something out there not sure if it is hostile, but try and assume it is until we know different. Mantis finishes the last of his soy-cafe and puts his spell defense in place what little he has.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
Deet turns to face you as you approach with the massive grin on your face, clearly unimpressed at your enthusiasm.
He grunts to acknowledge your greeting and looks you up and down, clearly sizing you up.
His deep, booming voice is lilted with a german accent and his french is broken and stuttering in places.
"My bike is beautiful, as is my mace. You the spell-slinger Alpha was talking about? I was expecting someone... harder

[Csjarrat]

____Lumen + Scawire___
You both stare out of the windows at the badly lit scrubland, desperately trying to discern any further movement.
Your mind plays tricks on you as the harsh white light of the LED's casts shadows in the grasses and weeds blowing in the breeze.
Dunk stares out of the back window intently, flicking his damaged goggles through different viewing modes.
"Come on lads, we're dead in the water if we sit here all night waiting for an attack. Get moving. I'll keep an eye out."

[Sillasion]

Despite his reactions, Syberix retains her grin - in fact, it grows.
*Ah! He iz not French!*
She changes from French back to her Native tongue, "That would be me... " she chuckles, "And I may not look it - but I've taken my fair share of beatings -AND- I still look this good."
She sits down by him and motions at the bartender... fully expecting to not get anything.... or worse...
"Un plus bière, s'il vous plait."

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
Deet smiles as you slip into his mother tongue. His reply is definitely in german, but you don't recognize the accent.
He half-laughs in appreciation of the swagger of your reply.
"Ha, Like it. Where you from?"
The Barman scowls at you as he pulls you a draft beer, serving it up with a forced smile

[Lumen]

Knives pushes the gas petal urging the car forward, "You're right Dunk but I don't see much around.  The place should be right around here.  You keep your eyes peeled for whatever was moving out there.  Mantis you help me keep an eye out for where the fuck we're supposed to be going."

He keeps driving down the old beaten road keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of the supposed safe haven.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The quality of the road begins to degrade further as you advance down the road, large potholes and cracks in the old concrete surface mean you have to duck and weave to avoid crunching the suspension.
A regular boxy silhouette stands out against the ambient light of the city in the distance, a couple hundred yards further down the road. The headlights sweep small sections of it as you approach + weave between the cracks. it looks like an old substation or something of similar industrial heritage.
Lumen, driving test please
scawire, perception test if you want to look into the scrubland or glean info from the building in the distance. -4 visibility modifiers on top of anything else too.

[Lumen]

"Bloody hell what a shitty road!"  Knives struggles with to guide the car in between cracks and potholes.


Reaction 5 - Defaulting 1 - DM 2 = 2d6  If even one point of edge refreshed I'd spend it to add to the pool.  If not oh well.
2d6.hits(5)=1

[Csjarrat]

A particularly large pothole looms ahead of you. Through your fatigue, you only see it at the last second, swerving as hard as you can to miss it.
Your front left wheel dips into the hole with a loud clunk and almost immediately a warning light appears on the AR console followed by the female voice you hadn't heard in a while:

"Prudence! pression de perdre du pneu, pression de perdre du pneu."

She chimes in and the car slows down, it still trundles along slowly, but you get the idea that the built-in safety system has limited your speed.

Dunk rubs the back of his head as he turns to face the front of the car again. "What the fuck did we hit?!"

[Lumen]

"Just a pot hole but this damned thing won't go any faster anymore.   This is way I take the tube!"

Knives continues trying to dodge the bad spots and limps the car on down the road.

[Csjarrat]

"Shit, felt like we hit a truck"
The road doesn't get any better but your limping car arrives at what is clearly an old industrial unit. There are no visible lights from the small, dirty windows and the place currently looks deserted.
There is one large door to the front of the building, roughly central in its placement. Small balcked out windows are interspersed along the ground floor, with only two small windows visible on the upper floor. All the windows have rusty old bars across them.
A small outbuilding lays off to the left of the main building, though it looks in a state of disrepair.
You can't really see much beyond or around the building in the dark, but you assume it is more of the same scrubland and overgrown carparking you've already seen.

[Sillasion]

Her smile shifts to a smirk as the bartender passes her a drink, offering a wink as she slides it from his grip.

Her attention turns back to Deet, "I am from Deutschland, to limit myself to claiming only one small town as my heritage would do a disservice to her."