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It's at this time that Dreadnought's stoic - borderline catatonic - silence was broken and he looked down at the man knocking on his abdomen. His eye glows a soft red, registering the newcomer. "Can I help you?" Dreadnought asks, settling onto the ground in a seated position to get on Klous' level.

Hey, this is transcendantviewer from the Dungeons & Dark Souls game. I wanted to talk with you a bit about the game.

Dreadnought sees the approaching stranger and maintains a steady grip on his weapon, but otherwise, doesn't show any form of hostility. "You guys sure you don't want me hiding somewhere? I'm pretty recognizable."

I looked through the rules, going to have to pass. Long posts aren't my forte. I'm lucky I get three lines reliably. Longer than just exhausts me, really.

I'll at least check it out, but I'm somewhat on the fense nowadays. Text-based roleplays are falling out of favor for me.

I remember this interest check vaguely. How long's it been since I said I was interested?

Dreadnought merely nods, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah, I haven't done a whole lot since Leny and I got here. We keep going at this pace, I might start to rust."

Dreadnought shakes his head in the negative. "Not that I saw, no. It was quiet up until that bat came and woke everybody up."

Dreadnought grunts with exertion as he rises to his feet and attempts to peer out into the darkness around them. "This place just keeps getting more and more interesting, doesn't it? And here I was hoping for a nice, relaxing stroll through the countryside until I could get back home. Alright...

Up until this point, Dreadnought had been relatively silent, not having much to say about what was happening. He settles onto the grass in a seated position with his axe rested against his shoulder, the blade standing straight upwards. "You all get some rest. Since I don't sleep, I'll keep...

Yeah, I'm down.

Dreadnought rests his axe on his shoulder, the blood from the slain demons dripping from the blade. "Yeah. I hit them with my axe until they stop living. Whatever Alamar did did hurt, but I'm still fine." the large golem replies, looking to Lance, his stance relaxing.

Not dead yet!

Using the limited future sight gifted upon him by the spell his bardly comrade, Dreadnought moved with informed determination, easily predicting their next immediate move and heading them off. His immense axe moved to intercept them as he swung with lethal intent.

Dreadnought grumbles and sticks with the group, his posture uneasy. "We could have taken it down. Wouldn't have even been that hard..." he states, holding his axe at his side.