After some thought “I suggest we head to Tin Street which will lead to Wayport which we can use as a staging point before venturing into Deadbridge Chasm” he says scratching his chin in thought and impatience.

Tess looks between Nam and Ethan, quizzically, then nods. "So we're agreed." She makes a motion with her hand, inviting someone to lead the way.

Nam motions to Ethan to lead the way.

Ethan starts walking,

"Right, follow me, I've been to Tin Street many times, I'll lead the way."

Ethan will then lead everyone out the south-west side of the Guild hall and right to the middle of Tin Street.

Bêlit brushes Ethans hand from her shoulder and gives him a sharp look. 

"I was just saying they are a problem so, yes I agree we should stear clear from them as long as we can. If things do look grim, I may know someone who could  help with getting through the Gorehouse but I would need to find her first."

Bêlit readies herself to move out with the group towards Tin Street. Tin Street, it had been a long time since she had walked down its cobbled pavement. She pulls out a scarf and wraps it around her head like a shawl to obscure her face and hair a little, then she catches up to the rest if the group.

In a calm mellow voice “it will be ok Belit, we won’t let anything happen to you” Nam tells her to ease her mind as they start their trek across town. He always felt protective of her like a big brother. She was the first person to make friends with him in the orphanage. 

"Ohh, nothing happen to me. As if I am the scared and worried little meek person of this group. The frightened spellslinger.

I'll have you know Nammm" she says with exaggeration, though you are not sure if it is out of annoyance or more a playful chiding. "I lived off the streets for a full year before I joined the Izzet League. I am not some pretty little merchant's child that has never seen the underbelly of Ravnica before. I think I can take care of myself, it's the rest of you that tend to get yourself in trouble and I have concerned about. People that tend to blowing up labs with crazy experiments..." she trails off.

Before he can reply she strides forward to Ethan and starts offering directions. "I think it's quicker if we cut down this street.."

Ethan, who has already started getting distracted by all the stalls and shops that line Tin Street's wide thoroughfare, snaps out of it, as Belit suggests a path forward.

"Oh right, yeah, this way everyone."

Ethan waves everyone on in the direction that Belit gave him.

"This is going to be great. We are going to get promoted in no time. And that means we will be able to do our own experiments, without have to hide it in an abandoned building."

"Just imagine, we will be able to do the construction and testing with access to proper facilities and equipment."

"Oh it will be wonderful..."

Ethan starts to diverge from Belit's path as he starts to get lost in his thoughts. He comes to a moment later, quickly rejoining his group.

Nam chuckles to himself and shakes his head every time Ethan starts to veer off course "keep you eye on the prize my friend. Soon we will be able to redo our first experiment" he says with excitement.

The smile Ethan has been wearing all day, makes an attempt to take over even more of his face.

"I know right? We will make the next level of Pyroconverger and be famous in the guild."

"What should we call it? The Remote Pyroexpander? Condensed Pryro Delivery Apparatus?..."

Ethan starts to veer off again, but only for quick moment, this time.

Tess listens to the trio's conversation doing her best to make mental notes of topics of conversation for later. She walks along quietly and follows whomever is leading the group at the time, quietly taking in her surroundings and doing her best to memorize landmarks. She occasionally pulls out the map and stands still for a beat, then tucks it away again and runs to catch up with the group.

As Nam is enjoying the conversation, he notices Tess periodically stopping to look at the map.

 "My dear, falling behind will get you lost and holding a map out around here will make you a target. Stay with the group and do your sight seeing on your free time"

He didn't want to be harsh but if she gets herself in trouble then its a problem for all of them.

 As Nam reprimands Tess for having the map out, a goblin in a rather odd odd outfit runs into the flustered girl at a near sprint. The poor goblinoid bounces off the girl however, sprawling out on the street in a rather dramatic fashion, his wide brimmed hat falling off his head to reveal a multitude of ugly looking scars on top of premature baldness. The rest of his outfit is nearly as odd as his hat, with a red and white polka dot scarf, a leather shoulder pauldren that would almost fit a being twice his size, and a kilt with what seems to be a couple of white circular devices strapped on to the belt. 

He screeches in apparent agony, but all you can tell he's trying to ham it up to all hell. You've seen toddlers with better acting skills then this guy. "I've been hit! Oh I think I'm bleeding! Fair people of Tin Street, we have some bigoted tall folk, thinking they can trample all over us poor little gobbels just because they can! I demand payment for this injustice." By the end of his little spiel, whatever traces of "pain" he was trying to force into his voice are replaced with an audible greed, his eyes darting to and from each one of your pockets, back up to you with puppy eyes even an adoption clinic would pass up on.

Strank walks forward readying his light hammers while calmly stating “Any further action against squad 5 will result in extreme pain towards you. I suggest you pickpocket someone else before I seize your existence”

Intimidation:8

(oof)

The Goblin takes a long look at Strank, and turns back to the rest of the party with a look of disbelieving humor in it's beady black eyes, conveying a "look at his thing, thinking it's people" kinda look.

"Can you turn off your new security bot, before I have the Boros dismantle him. You all know you aren't supposed to wheel around your science fair projects in the streets, especially the ones that say "I will murder you for being a goblin, die die die" He conveyed the last words in a nasaly monotone, openly mocking the automation's voice tone. Despite his mocking attitude, he's obviously shirking away from the Strank, using Tess, the closest person to him, as a human shield between himself and the hostile robot. Those who are observing him closely can tell despite his outwards fearful behavior, his face is totally calculating, his black eyes glittering with an unreadable but obviously not friendly light. He grasps the edge of Tess's sleeve in "fear", his other hand drifting awkwardly in the space between his chest and waist, as if he doesn't know what to do with it. 

Strank states “You chose your fate poorly. Now prepare to meet you concicinces.” The hulk of metal looks powered up before stating “Combat mode: ENGAGED”.

Initiative:22

Ethan run in front of Strank, waving his hands,

"WOW! WOW! WOW! Hold on there, lets not get too physical too quickly!"

Turning to the goblin, Ethan's eye go narrow.

"You may want to back away from my friend though, little man."

Ethan indicates Tess, to the goblin.

"Now, what are you going on about, being wronged? You run into her, just as much as she run into you."

"We could always take it to an Azorius Arrester, see what they have to say on the matter?"

“As long as he dose not interfere with our assignment I will leave him alone. If taken to an officer they can look through my memory and decide the matter fairly, only if required. If he dose try to interfere with us once more, I will not hold back.” Calmly stated by Strank before he disengages combat mode.

Ethan bends down and quietly speaks to the goblin.

"So what will it be little green man, would you like to go see an Arrester and workout what happened? Or perhaps we just let our fine metal friend here, beat you to a pulp, and claim it was a malfunction?"

"Or perhaps you would like to be on your way, see to your business elsewhere?"

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Ethan bends down and quietly speaks to the goblin.

"So what will it be little green man, would you like to go see an Arrester and workout what happened? Or perhaps we just let our fine metal friend here, beat you to a pulp, and claim it was a malfunction?"

"Or perhaps you would like to be on your way, see to your business elsewhere?"

 Strank reinforces this with a grimace and the hum of his body powering up again for combat