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Headsman takes a few deep breaths. "Naya, look at those things! Those monsters used to be regular animals! They're..." He sighs, and seems to calm down. "You know what? Fine. I doubt they're gonna attack us, and if they do..." He uses his free hand to gesture to the gun on his back. "I'm...

Headsman's horror just seems to increase. "These used to be dogs? They turned dogs into this?!? How can they... This isn't natural, this is horrible!" Headsman's grip is practically like a vise on Naya's hand at this point. He's shaking slightly.

Headsman continues staring at the creature in barely restrained terror. "This... the Order needs to know, as soon as possible, we can't allow this... Can we? This is... This is..." His grip on Naya's hand tightens, and his eyes continue widening incredibly.

Headsman stares at the creature in awe, not sure whether to be horrified or impressed. "Holy shit..." he mutters.

Headsman nods at that statement. "Either they've refined the tactic, or they're trotting out the trophy examples and keeping the rest under wraps. I don't think we're getting the full story..."

Headsman sits down next to Naya, glancing at Cyrin every now and then. He also decides to place his hand over Naya's while he's sitting right next to her.

Headsman leans down until he's close enough to whisper to Naya. "Naya, I don't trust this individual. At all."

Headsman only nods, moving behind Naya and crossing his arms. He still didn't like this guy, but if Naya trusted him then he supposed he could put up with them. And being closer to the event should get him a better impression of the new magic, and whether or not it was dangerous.

Headsman tries to hide a grimace when she refers to him as "fuzzy". "I'm not fuzzy..." he mutters. He may have ridiculously fuzzy fur, but he doesn't like it when it's called attention to. "Hello." Headsman glares at Cyrin. He still doesn't like this Krynn, and he wants it to be well known.

Headsman looks over at the Krynn, glaring a bit. He had no idea who this newcomer was, and to put it bluntly he was 99% certain this dude was up to no good. But then, he got that impression about everyone who wasn't in the Order...

Headsman nods. "Of course. We don't need anything like those wolves running around, that's for sure."

Headsman shrugs. "I can help you out there, if you need me to. Relentless knows I'm an intimidating presence."

Headsman thinks for a moment. "I think it was Poon Poon or something like that? Sorry, not always the best at remembering that sort of thing. Apparently those wolves we ran into were his work though."

Headsman looks a bit disturbed. "Morally... Uh, well, anyhow, I met the man in charge of all this. Apparently he's been having some trouble with a former colleague..." He thinks for a moment. "Besides, the guards'll be okay. They worked for him, and he has healers."

Headsman seems a bit put off by Naya's glare. "No, they didn't even see my face. They didn't know it was me..." Headsman pauses. "I should have killed them, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking..."

Headsman looks at Naya, then shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm not trying to sabotage us or anything!" Headsman fingers his rifle apprehensively. "Nope, just crippled those guards from earlier. No murders whatsoever."