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(So sorry guys. My internet freaked out on me for a couple of days, but I'm back. I don't mind you NPCing me, for future reference. I'll stick with Kail's post, and just post some RP to go with it.)

As the bandit attacks him Luc's mind jumps back to the part of his life before he moved to Myir. Tears, bloodshed of innocent peasents, dragons, sacrifices, visions, and evil magic flood his mind as he tries to fight it back. The visions in his head are too much, and Luc falls to the ground screaming. Luc then curls into a ball, still aware of the bandits and hopes the bandit will see him in his state and take the opperitunity to kill him. Death would not be so bad at this point.

Vincent, ignoring the disturbing hunger of the sword, mutters his agreement. He heads to the wagon and sits down heavily. Bandits...there's always more of them...He thinks gloomly to himself.

Master Morty ponders a moment before answering. "Well, I do believe I have the appropriate materials required within the wagons, materials that would fix these wagons up proper. But, the downside is, even though it's for a good cause, I'm afraid Djeanne isn't going to just give them to me. Minimum price for full repair is going to be 100 chips per wagon. I apologize, really I do. It's up to you what you want to do. Personally I have complete faith in you and your team, and I know you will do what you think is best."

Fatigued from the battle, but mostly from his sudden rush of memories, Luc walks over to Vincent and Petra and sits next to them. "It seems this trip was a little more then we expected. It looks like its taking a toll on all of us, even the wagons." LUX Says jokingly. HIs mind flashes back once more to the images he saw during the fight, and his eyes reflect the anguish. Luc pulls the hood of his cloak over his head and turns his eyes down reflecting on his past.

Seeing Petra fall to the ground unconscious Kail’igen quickly hands the swords off to Master Morty and runs over to her. He gets down on his knees and shakes her gently. “Petra, are you alright?” Seeing no response from her he looks over to Luc and Vincent and sees that they are too far out of it to be of much help. He then gently sweeps her up into his arms and carries her to the back of one of the wagons. He sets her on a pile of the blankets they had used for sleeping and waits. There wasn’t much more he could do. He looks over at the once joyful now reticent Luc and the heavily injured Vincent. This was not good. Moral was getting low. He began to wonder himself if they were digging themselves there own graves by continuing up this pass.

As Vincent jumps up, and starts screaming Luc shuts his eyes in an attempt to keep from seeig more severed bodies float through his mind. Closing his eyes didn't help, so Luc looked up at Vincent as he falls to his knees. It seems Vincent and I have more in common than I thought. Luc thought to himself. b

Master Morty takes the swords from Kail, just before the mage hurries off to check on Petra. Eyes misting with emotion, he approaches the wagons, calling on Djeanne to appear. Moments later, the misty form of the Djinn coalesces, an impudent grin on her face. "Well, old man, got something for me?" A look of concern slowly crosses her face as she looks around. "What kind of nonsense is this? I thought you said this was going to be a simple little ride through the country? At this rate, your going to get everyone killed, or worse!" Master Morty begins to wring his hands, obviously upset with Djeanne's tirade. "Now just hold on a minute! I know it looks bad, but we've got a good strong team working to keep everything safe. They have even agreed to pay for the repairs to the wagons, to better our chances. So just calm down and trust me. We are going to be fine. Here, these long swords will pay for the repairs; add the remainder to the defense account." Master Morty hands over the swords, brooking no further argument. Djeanne's eyebrows raise, unused to her partner's assertiveness. Shaking her head, she bites back any further comment, taking the swords and placing them within the wagon. Searching within for a bit, she returns with two small, doll-like figures. Placing them on the ground before the wagons she says, "Smithy, Smithy, 'tis your day, Smithy Smithy, time to play!" As the final word leaves her lips, the tiny dolls jumps to their feet and look around. Spying the two damaged wagons, they gently shake their heads, pulling a small hammer out of each pocket. "Though we've seen worse, the damage is dear; We'll fix them up, no need to fear", they say in tandem, with a high, piping voice. Then in a blur of activity, they seem to swarm over the wagons, hammering madly. As they work, the damage to the Wagons quickly disappears. Minutes later, the doll smiths stop, and say "Our work is done, and none to soon; you best move on , beware the moon," before dropping lifeless to the ground.