Missing Caravan

[Selina Parcellus]

The sorcerous spearman, who's been quiet so far (in a feeble attempt to keep the foul taste of stench out of his mouth) speaks up,
"He contributes to our success as a warrior and and not as a janitor," he says, accentuating the pronoun in an informative manner, by no means in an attempt to be lecturing or unpolite. "Nacesh is the name, by the way."

Forge is puzzled by the terms the frogman, Agloval, used.  Sheen? Machine? Perhaps Agloval hadn't heard that the warforged were granted their freedom and recognition as sentient beings. "Thank you, Nacesh.  Cleaning was my first duty. I still know how.  Weapons work better when they are well maintained."  He looks down at his crusty and worn body and the rest of the bloodied group.  He was in need of maintenance and the others looked so as well.  "Commander Selina, I am in need of repairs."

"Yesss indeed.  He is an ally, not a cleaning serviccce."  Selina turns to Forge as he mentions the health status of the group and looks at the ground.  "I wish I knew how to repair you, Forge, or had the toolsss for it.  I realize that we are all quite damaged from a very long, grueling, exhausting day that has not sseemed to end."  Selina herself was so tired that she completely misses her ancestry again rearing its ugly head.  She was at her lowest ebb in terms of healing power and the wand she had been using technically wasn't hers.  It belonged to Powwaw and his tribe.  In fact, she holds it out to him to return it.

Selina realizes that she is probably handicapping the group diplomacy-wise by not engaging the frog-creature, but right now she is fed up with interacting with ugly creatures.  She is also quite fatigued and looking to get a good hot bath and warm bed for a night.