Lotara

”Yes perhaps introductions would put everyone at ease. I am Lotara.”

The crewman looks frazzled as he tries to fix himself, "I...I understood that there were Tharashk bounty hunters on board...I'll assume it is the two of you. So what makes it so that this is your mark? This gentleman has been very kind to the crew and has not caused any problems whatsoever. If I believe you, then House Orien shall handle the...damages that occurred on board." The robed man looks to Canavar, "Ah, a mark of Finding...Then the info is right. The infected is on board right now. Now, I understand that I am also a warforged but I am not infected. I assure you, I have reasons for why the mark is reacting to me."

Carric quickly looks up. "Infected?" He then gets a guilty look on his face as he's now been found eavesdropping, quickly burying his head back in his book and trying to make it look like it wasn't him who spoke. 

Outwardly Drix seems unphased by 'infected', subconsciously he flexes his hand on the handle of his pistol. "Look, we don't aim to lug your unanimated bucket of bolts outta this car. Come with us nice and civilized and our employer can certainly explain why you are needed." With his off hand he pulls a pair of manacles from under his cloak. "So how do you want to do this? I'm sure you'll be more comfortable without my friend giving one of his special hugs."

Canavar's rage ends as the mark offers no resistance. He keeps a firm grip on the warforged but starts looking on at his on body. "Infected? I'm not infected! I put a cream on that stuff like the herbalist said an' it went away!" He starts twisting, trying to look at himself while not letting go of the mark. "I better not be infected! That cream cost too much!"

"...So you want to ensure that I will be your captive. Very well," The robed man looks to Lotara, "Miss Lotara, correct? Can you take my arms off for me, to prove that I am willing and not infected." The man calmly says. "I want this to be settled fast, or else we're all in danger."

Lotara

Slightly confused by the request Lotara begins looking for weapons on the man and taking them. 

Lotara searches the man, finding two daggers and a shortsword on his person. Although something is strange, the man did say he is a warforged but his arms don't match his armor. A pair of brass arms to a steel body. And as Lotara takes the shortsword, one arm just drops onto the floor. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm being quite literal with my words. If you need to take my weapons also feel free to. But please take my arms off first to assure these bounty hunters that I am not a threat."

Lotara

Startled by the falling appendage. “Ahh, of course. Let me just take that then.” Handing the weapons over to Canavar and Drix the monk picks up the arm. “Interesting that your arms don’t match the rest of your form.” She moves to retrieve the second arm while also trying to see if the man is hiding something. 

Perception : 18

(Faereth is still wandering until she finds something interesting.)

The other arms comes off just as easy as the other. And with a thorough check, the man is disarmed, weaponless, and incapacitated. "Because they're prosthetics, now do you believe me? I'm no threat but there is one on board."

@ Faereth

As she makes her way back, past the coach car, she finds a passenger talking to a crewman in the sleeper car. "Yes, two men have broken the door to the cargo car. Like, literally, they forced that door to open."

Halt seeing the commotion dieing down finally pipes up at a danger on board "What danger and for that matter who are you and why are these bounty hunters after you?" 

Canavar turns towards Halt. "We have papers. The hunt has started. Why does it matter?" He then leans in close to the warforged, sniffing him. 

(Insight: 19 to see is he tells the truth about another threat on board.)

Faereth, sounding a little interested in the matter, takes a few steps closer to the crewmen. "Excuse me, is everything alright? If there are problems on this journey I am willing to assist." She asks from behind her veil. She gets a feeling that is something is going wrong on this lightning rail passage, then perhaps her preordained visages are guiding her to this event, whatever it is.

"Once I am free, I can explain. As for who I am, I cannot disclose that without my superior's approval. As for why these two might be after me, it might be due to my package in the cargo room." The man says

@ Canavar

@ Faereth

Faereth nods, moving the folds of the robe over her armour to show that she has a scimitar at her hip. "I am not one to need protection." She mentions with a hint of jest in her tone. "But perhaps I can mediate this incident for you. Lead on!" She tells the crewman as she adjusts the bundle on her back, hoping not to have to resort to violence at this point in time. She has finished her initial training, but a blade should be used for necessary battles, rather than on a whim.

Drix takes the arms, locks the manacles around the wrists and tosses the set like pair of nun-chucks back to Canavar. "We don't need to know about your cargo. Canavar help him have a seat on a box." He gestures to a nearby crate in the decidedly safer cargo car should a fight break out. The bounty hunter turns to address this gathered mass of 'do-gooders'. "This situation is handled, thank you for your offer of assistance. Enjoy the rest of your trip to Sharn." 

Drix takes a seat on a crate across from Canavar and the warforge. His posture is resting with his elbows on his thighs and his hands crossed between his knees. However, his shoulders, back and neck are fairly poised signifying an alerted 'ready for action' posture. 

Lotara

"What if you are wrong hunter? What if he is not the prey you seek?"  Looking to the 'disarmed' warforged "You say they hunt another and that they are the danger you are after as well? Then tell us and we can help."

Canavar places the manacled arms around his neck, letting them dangle on on his chest. He lets go of the warforged and keeps close while making himself comfortable. He looks around at the captive, Halt, and Lotara. "So...I'm Canavar. What's your names? Oh yeah, you are Lo...tira?" He starts playing with the separated warforge's hands. "Does this mean you all are gonna hunt with us now? It's usually more fun than this." He uses the warforged's thumb to point towards the warforged. "I mean, no offense, but you didn't run or anything."

Carric stands up and walks over to the group. He puts down his bag and the attached yklwa at the broken door and approaches with his palms facing the group. "I mean no harm and I have no weapons, I'm just curious. If what this one here says is true then there is other danger about, and I for one would prefer that there be no danger on our journey."