Doing this one in 2 parts because 1. Cataclysm stuff is making it hard to concentrate, and 2. I just caught a cold, and brain will likely be muddled for the next week or two. Hopefully I'll still be able to finish this up, but I don't know how long it'll be now.
Urgh, hate colds.
Arvoss suppressed his sigh. Lark just stared at him incredulously. "You know what they did out there. Your son and I don't know how many others are missing or dead because of it. And you want to go out there alone?" She shook her head vehemently. "Not going to happen."
"Lass," Arvoss said softly. "Ye cannae stop me. Ah've got ta find out wha' 'appened t' Dav, but Ah'm nae riskin' annehone else's life fer it."
"So you're just going to sacrifice yourself?" Lark pulled out her buzzbox and flipped it on. "We'll see what everyone else thinks."
She made the mistake of not watching him, and he snatched it out of her hands in an instant. His voice became a trifle harder. "Lass, Ah willnae let ye do this. Ah'll be jes' fine, or are ye fergettin' wha' Ah am?"
Lark eyed him, then finally sighed and threw up her hands. "At least take one other, just so you have someone to watch your back. Pitch, for example. I'm sure he can take care of himself out there."
Arvoss shook his head. "Nae, Ah'll nae take yer lad. 'e'll most like need t' be 'ere fer Shaur, anyrate, t' keep 'er fra chasin' afteh me. An' Ah'll nae take yerself, either, sae dinnae ask."
She sighed again, then brightened. "All right, how about Windstar or her brother? They can take care of themselves as well, and that way I can be certain you'll get back safely. Even if they have to drag you back."
Arvoss gave an amused snort. "A'righ', lass. Ah'll call up Star oan mah way out o' th' city. Ye 'appy naow?"
He turned to leave, only to be stopped by Lark's hand on his arm. She gave him a wickedly triumphant grin. "You can call her right now. Or did you forget that you're still holding my buzzbox?"