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Edgar's mood improves upon hearing this offer - his placid expression now has much less invisible-yet-palpable malice hidden behind it. "Well, I suppose we could find a use for someone with your..." He glances at his punctured shield. "...caliber. Does that sound agreeable to everyone?"
Edgar tries to help with the search...
But he is blinded by silent, huffy rage.
Using the battered steel door and some fabrics from his sewing kit, Edgar builds a makeshift chair with straps to tie the captive down. Despite acting calm again, he is clearly seething. "I don't think he'll be swayed by any amount of gold we can offer, but we can try that before I start applying my...anatomical expertise."
Edgar hurries forward, but tries to keep himself hidden by the smoke and Steelbones' ranting. Perhaps he could turn the element of surprise back on these dastardly kidnappers.
Edgar follows the sounds of dwarven fury, while trying not to think about how dirty his clothes are getting.
Edgar heads for the manhole, his blind panic turning into self-directed frustration. "They were well prepared for us to come this way. I should have expected this."
Edgar realizes that he was shielding an empty shadow in the mist, rather than his master. "No!" he shouts, with an unusual amount of panic. He draws both his revolver and rapier, runs out of the smoke in the same direction Steelbones was moving, and looks around desperately.
Edgar follows Steelbones into the mist, drawing his revolver while raising his shield to cover the dwarf.
With his un-numbed arm, Edgar flicks a switch on Flint's chameleon vest, making him harder to pinpoint from long distances.
Edgar's butler-sense preemptively warns him of the threat to his master, giving him just enough time to flick his arm into the bullet's path and deflect it with his shield. "I agree with Sir Alexander's suggestion." he says calmly.
Edgar moves adjacent to Steelbones, shield raised.
Edgar moves subtly, yet purposefully, closer to Steelbones. He fakes a cough, raising his shielded arm to cover his mouth.
Edgar carefully studies the expressions and actions of the crowd, looking for murderous intent in the jeering ones and false smiles in the cheering ones. He leaves the skulking and the searching for hidden dangers to the rest of the team.
Edgar nods. "Very well, Master Flint. I will guard you with my life."
"That said, I must agree with Rune's recommendation. I believe Alexander would be more helpful in your proximity, and I'm sure he'll get along quite well with your 'betters'."
Edgar shows no signs of being bothered by Flint's laughs. A good servant learns to adjust to his master's habits. He gives a short but polite bow. "Edgar Melkurio, at your service. My specialties are melee combat and providing cover with a shield." "I also dabble with the occasional gadgetry, such as this." He holds up the Chameleon Suit vest and briefly explains its functions. "If it doesn't fit, I can easily make adjustments."
Since Edgar doesn't need as much sleep as his companions, he spends some time brainstorming gadgets that could protect the would-be governor. By the time the others wake up, he has made something that looks like a dwarf-sized vest, with threads of prismatic color shimmering in the morning sunlight. "Good morning, everyone. I took the liberty of making this for Mister Steelbones. It should fit over his normal clothing or armor, and will help him avoid danger."
"By the way, would anyone care for some green tea? It might help with your hangovers."
Edgar doesn't partake himself, but instead offers advice to Jahg, who seems to be doing the best of the group.
Unfortunately, he seems to be a little out of his element. "An 18! You should definitely hit, sir."
"I only ask that we avoid putting ourselves in the red before we've even started the job. Need I remind you gentlemen about our last gambling excursion?" Edgar asks, making a point not to look directly at Alexander.
"Very well, I suppose I could use some fresh air." Edgar takes a careful sip of the brew. "Ah, well done as always, Sir Chester. I can almost taste the slime."
The slight, unassuming figure of Edgar stands quietly in a corner of the room. In his hands he holds a half-built gadget of ambiguous design, perhaps meant to be formed into something useful later. Detecting an opening in the conversation, he pushes up on the bridge of his spectacles - a gesture meant to subtly draw attention - before speaking up. "With my bodyguard training, I can protect Master Steelbones from direct assaults. Since I don't need very much sleep, I can also keep watch at night." "But considering the types of enemies he has, we should also be prepared for subtle dangers, such as poisoned food. I wonder if he would be open to letting me prepare his meals?"
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