[Gallagher]

And that, it seemed, was it. The thief didn't look like he was about to say anything more, and when he twisted to see what Ed was doing, he saw the sylvari scribbling away in some book. His diary, most likely. Even Bag, Gambooge could see when he twisted around the other way, was occupied with stomping all over whatever blobs of green hadn't melted into the ground yet. "Seriously?" he muttered, standing despite how much he wanted to wallow in his misery. He couldn't very well do that when everyone else was practically doing the same. "Come on, this is ridiculous! I swear to the Gods, it's like none of you have ever been out of the city before! Between you, Mister Fire-one-arrow-and-call-it-a-day, and that trigger happy princess, I'm going to end up like Dan before the day's out! You don't put out fires, you don't dare touch oozes, and you won't even hold a conversation for more than ten seconds! I might as well go around with a sack of rocks. At least I could use them!"