Fantasy Valerian's Finale: The Reckoning

Beatrice was already gone only to hear someone shout something about a ball. Really it was up to that daemon. Sure she was being irresponsible but in the end something like that potion was worth too much. "Find Excalibur get potion." But for now she had to get some info on the blade. And maybe see if the legend was changed for humans. Maybe a new location or details. Legends tend to stray from the original.

(Once more Open for interaction)

Messenger (NPC)
"Sir Atlas, Sir Atlas! Dire news--" the man who was about to enter stopped, "Well, uh. I bring you orders, from the king himself. A scouting mission, to be precise," the man in beautifully woven robes from red silk approached Atlas, somewhat afraid of Myrva. He was one of the kings' personal messengers, as he wore the mark of a crown with one scroll behind it on a red armband on his arm. Such armbands bore different meanings, but they were usually to show one's function. A crown marked the person as a servant of the royalty, whilst the red color meant he served the person of highest rank, which could only be the king. The scroll behind the crown was his function, in this case; delivering messages.

The messenger handed Atlas a letter, then handed him a small pouch. "Here, you'll need this," he commented before leaving.

(also, there is a royal seal, the type that only the king can leave on a message, on the right edge just across from his name. I couldn't find a good image!)
The stone mentioned in the letter was in fact enchanted to react with the wavelengths of the same sarcophagus that Malaphas was looking for.

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Birdsie said:

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach
The orc was shocked with what was happening. One second, he was reaching out, the other, a group of human scumbags were carrying his frozen body. "No... NO!" He turned his head to Ari. "Ya cen't let dem dow dis!" he tried to barter in fear. "Ya kno' wat they'z gon' do to me? They'z gon' kill me! I den't want ter die!" he pleaded with Ari again. "Iv ya help me eskaip, I'z gon' pay ya twice what they'z pain ya! And I'z gon' frow in a fiev fri drinkz at da dranken duragen! I'z even letja mit ma' parentz, dey kan meik ya rich! I'z swer on me honor az 'n orc!" he continued. Whatever ferocity the monster had, his voice seemed convincing, hell, even somewhat genuine. And since he wasn't stupid, he should have known that lying right now wasn't a good option.
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The previous telepathic voice seems to have quieted down, offering no further advice.

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When the orc spoke, All the guards around drew their weapons. "Shuddup you giant oaf, before I take your head back as a trophy."

"Oi. I want my blade." Ari said, now getting a bit angry

"The chief's told ya to pick it up at the station." One of the grunts said savagely. "Now you shut it too. Sucks enough that you were called on in the first place. I'd have taken this thing do-" he grabbed his throat and fell, an arrow in his throat.

He threw a talisman onto the ice that was the orc and another on its exposed head. "Now listen up. If I don't get my blade, I'll let this beast destroy everything. I already got my money."

The chief walked up, sword drawn. "You don't want a battle with us. I'll strike you down long before you string that bow."

When Ari went for an arrow, the chief dashed and slashed. Ari jumped back and dropped his bow, but had an arrow in his hand, which he threw like a kunai to hit the talisman on the ice. Both talisman activated. A massive flame circle appeared and a blue Phoenix rose. It crashed into the ice and blazed with blue fire. The talisman on the orc's forehead prevented him from being burned, but the ice melted.

The orc was free to fight now and there were about 10 guards to fight, getting up from the impact of the spell

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach
As soon as he felt the ice melting, Gormick exclaimed: "I ken fill me ballz unfreezin'" and laughed savagely.

Before the fire was gone, all of the guards looked back only to see a smiling orc looking back at them as they got up. Gormick cracked his knuckles and enacted revenge. He didn't use weapons. He just threw punches at them, and people all across town could see the guards fly around, thrown back as if they were paper airplanes from the sheer force that Gormick's punches packed. The orc crossed his arms, smiling at the defeated guards and looked back at Ari. "Whaddaya want fer me fridoom? I'z an orc of me wort! Sey et n' ya haff et." he said, as he took out Ari's sword from his leg and handed it back to him, knowing he'd want it back. Of course, the sword had been in Gormick's leg for long enough to be completely bloodied.
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Bailey Fa'Lanis-Shrik
Location-Drunken Dragon
Sitting at the bar of a pretty shitty tavern in her oppion, Bailey was eyeing down her target for this week. A slaver, in partnership with someone she took down a few days ago. Her and her partner had been employed by some noble to take out this crime ring that was interfering with their own company, mining in the east if Bailey remembered correctly.

Taking a sip of the ale she ordered, she glanced back at her target. Forbthe last few hours, he had been gambling. So far, he was winning every other round, and at this rate, he'd win the game. He knew what he was doing. They did waen her Mr.Lancaster was rather smart. He was purposely playing his rounds like that, an-oh, there it is. He's all in.

But the game was interrupted by a loud sound outside. Everyone rushed to the peer out the windows tobsee what was going one. And lucky for Bailey, her target didn't. He was too busy stuffing his pockets with his and the others money, which was a perfect distraction. So, he didn't see her just walk up being him, but he did notice when she kinda slit his throat. Bailey then quickly took his ring, and say back down at the bar to finish her drink.

Archarius Kyzelakioz
Underneath the King's Castle, in the depths of the dungeons, there lay a surprisingly well decorated laboratory. It was filled with various artworks and magical equipments, but stranger still is its occupant, who was currently busy with something. He was singing a little tune while fiddling with something. "The toe bone goes into the, foot bone. The foot bone goes into the, heel bone. The heel bone..." He sang it again and again, his deep and melodious voice filled his lab.

"Voila! My artwork is complete!" He delightfully exclaimed after hours and hours of work. On the table lay a well man wouldn't be suitable so let's just call it a body, a extremely bizarre one. It had three torsos fused into one, making it seem like one big torso and it had three pairs of arms, two of them of somewhat the same length and the other shorter, more child-sized. It only had a pair of legs, but you can clearly see that it is fused with another pair, though this one faces the other way. The worse part is the head, where a man's face is in the middle, his face a perpetual scowl. The face on the left, a woman's, was forever frozen in a scream of agony. And lastly, on the right was a child's face, grinning stupidly and ignorantly.

It was a macabre and grotesque sight, but to its artist it was lovely and beautiful. "A man who sought vengeance for his family, now forever with them. I shall call this piece 'The Family That Stays Together' or 'Family' for short." He said a he lay his hand on it. Dark magic seeped into the corpse, and with a twitch of its body, it started to move.

The face on the left started screaming hysterically while te face on the right was filled with sweet and innocent laughter. The one in te middle was silent, awaiting his order. "Perfect, now be with your siblings for a while." He said, and the thing turned into a talisman. It was of three faces stuck together.

"Today is a good day." The creature said, happy with having finished his latest work.

[Open for Interaction]

Vex w/Jango and Enigo

Vex was kind of walking with her boys, she didnt need to be doing anything right now and she decided to check out what was in the dungeons. Jango and Enigo's bulk was kind of... Difficult to say the least when in a space like this. They made their mundane growls and hisses, being careful to feel any vibration in the ground. Eventually, the three came across the pretty brutal sight and Vex halted, making her two boys halt. She looked at this... Thing that was created in disgust, "Ugh, can you make something useful?" She asked, looking at Archartus. Jango and Enigo hissed and growled, hearing the abomination clearly and swinging their head left to right searching for it. CrimsonEclipse

Vex took a seat, Jango sitting next to her but Enigo was standing as to keep guard. He had always been the more wary one, Jango was more of a wait for orders type. Vex put one clawed hand on Jango's head, moving the pointer claw side to side rhythmically. "The day I let you near my boys with intent of a 'checkup' is the day I confuse Enigo for Jango" She said, warning obvious in her voice. "And I am sure these 'girls' you speak of are things similar to what is before us and we both know my boys would sooner devour them than mate" She said with a scoff. "Art itself is useless," She changed the subject. "Why make it if it does not have a purpose?" CrimsonEclipse

Archarius Kyzelakios
"How rude Madame! My girls would be perfectly fine with your boys. And let us kindly stop talking about my art, lest anyone gets hurt." The lich said, trying to remain civil despite the fact that he is getting very offended. The King might not like it.

"As for art bring useless, I beg to disagree. Art is beauty, and beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. It holds sentimentality, longing, and desire. To you I assume nothing is more beautiful than Jango and Enigo right? Yet you value purpose correct? Then what if te day comes that, gods forbid, your boys stops being functional, where they no longer serve a purpose? Would you discard them? Replace them with something more useful?" He asked her, his eyes looking at her, seemingly looking at her soul.

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Atlas found himself unable to say anything to the messenger before the robed man promptly took his leave. He silently stood up, reading the letter in the slow pace he usually read written words with; he found himself somewhat slow of mind when it came to such matters. A scouting mission- it seemed very simple. Perhaps too simple.

The vague thought that the reason for this peculiar mission was never specified occurred to him, but he simply waved the idea away. That was no concern of his, and neither was the reason behind anything else the King or anyone else above him did, or ordered him to do. To him, the only thing that mattered about these orders were fulfilling them. Not even the promotion offered for completing the mission seemed as appealing to him than it would have for anyone else. He stroked Myrva, and mounted himself upon her back. Hopefully, there truly was nothing difficult about this mission, and it really was only flying a few rounds above Jester's Reach. Myrva launched herself into the air, probably fully awake by then. He glanced back at the pouch he was given, and opened it in preparation of their arrival to their destination.

It didn't take a very long time for Jester's Reach to be visible below them, or at least it seemed that way to Atlas' inattentive perception of time. He stared at the stone, and it remained in the state that he had received it in: certainly not glowing. He directed Myrva to fly at a slightly lower altitude, and began to switch between looking at the land below him and the stone in his hand.

(OPEN FOR INTERACTION (I think))

Hmm, he seems rather touchy about his creations. She was curious though, she cant recall the last time she's seen him in action. Or perhaps he wasnt made for attacking, she wasnt so sure since she knew very little about him. When he continued talking, she listened to him and when he was done she nodded. "I suppose I see your point" She admitted, noticing Enigo finding himself trying to identify this other voice who was speaking. He couldnt feel any vibrations in the ground but he could hear him talk, so he moved very close to Archarius in his curiosity. "So if you use an example about my attachment to my boys, would that mean you are as attached to your, eh, art?" Vex asked. CrimsonEclipse

FireMaiden said:

Bailey Fa'Lanis-Shrik
Location-Drunken Dragon
Sitting at the bar of a pretty shitty tavern in her oppion, Bailey was eyeing down her target for this week. A slaver, in partnership with someone she took down a few days ago. Her and her partner had been employed by some noble to take out this crime ring that was interfering with their own company, mining in the east if Bailey remembered correctly.

Taking a sip of the ale she ordered, she glanced back at her target. Forbthe last few hours, he had been gambling. So far, he was winning every other round, and at this rate, he'd win the game. He knew what he was doing. They did waen her Mr.Lancaster was rather smart. He was purposely playing his rounds like that, an-oh, there it is. He's all in.

But the game was interrupted by a loud sound outside. Everyone rushed to the peer out the windows tobsee what was going one. And lucky for Bailey, her target didn't. He was too busy stuffing his pockets with his and the others money, which was a perfect distraction. So, he didn't see her just walk up being him, but he did notice when she kinda slit his throat. Bailey then quickly took his ring, and say back down at the bar to finish her drink.

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Tyr sat at the bar, drinking his ale as he watched Bailey finish her contract. "You know, throat slitting makes too much of a scene. You might want to go with poison next time." He said, straightening his back and listening to the audible cracks as he stretched it out. "D'you wanna get dinner here and maybe camp outside? I don't have enough gold to rent a room." He downed the rest of his ale, and waved down the bartender to get him another.

"I see" Vex watched Enigo carefully as she paid attention to the lich, making sure Enigo didnt try to do anything damaging. "So, if you care for them so much, do you see them as children? And if so, what do you do for them? In all honesty, I dont think most people would be too happy to see you with your creations simply because they are... Eh... How you say... Pretty horrid to look at." She said. "Of course, that is to different people. But continuing on my question, do you do more than just simply feed and water them? Do you ever play with them or give them baths?" She asked. "Oh! And speaking of, I need to give my boys a bath later! Because someone's a bit bloody from his last hunt" She said, mostly talking to Jango and Enigo. Jango made a growl sound and Vex chuckled, turning her attention back to the lich. CrimsonEclipse

Birdsie said:

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach
As soon as he felt the ice melting, Gormick exclaimed: "I ken fill me ballz unfreezin'" and laughed savagely.

Before the fire was gone, all of the guards looked back only to see a smiling orc looking back at them as they got up. Gormick cracked his knuckles and enacted revenge. He didn't use weapons. He just threw punches at them, and people all across town could see the guards fly around, thrown back as if they were paper airplanes from the sheer force that Gormick's punches packed. The orc crossed his arms, smiling at the defeated guards and looked back at Ari. "Whaddaya want fer me fridoom? I'z an orc of me wort! Sey et n' ya haff et." he said, as he took out Ari's sword from his leg and handed it back to him, knowing he'd want it back. Of course, the sword had been in Gormick's leg for long enough to be completely bloodied.
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Ari looked at the brute with a smirk. "Only a drink. I have no personal qualms with you. This was all money to me." Ari jiggled the bag of coins then put it in his pocket.

He then went to the chief and put his blade to his throat. "Listen up. If I see my face or this orc's face on a wanted poster, I'll see that you end up a pile of shit coming out of my pet chimera's ass. Got it?"

The chief looked at Ari with hatred but defeat in his eyes. He sighed. "You have my word. We won't say a thing about this, but our business is over and if that orc kills another guard, we'll take lethal force."

Ari scoffed. "Then I'll let the orc deal with it if he kills again."

He looked at his blade. "Egh......White water." The sword glowed white as it was covered in holy water. He then took a cloth and wiped the blood off.

Finally he addressed the orc again. "The name's Ari. How well can you handle your alcohol?" Ari intended to talk with this orc. Learn a few things about him. Nothing did that better than alcohol

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach
Gormick looked at the human, temporarily acknowledging him as a superior due to his victory and setting Gormick free once again. "Aye, Gormick Mordoor," the orc introduced himself. "Alrite, I'z gonna tritya to a drink, den. An' trast me'z wen I tel ya dat I kan take et in literz. Dis wey, hyumen," Gormick called out, leading the way toward the Drunken Dragon, the pub owned by his parents.

Gormick opened the door forcefully, then walked in and sat near the counter, and called out to the orcish barman. "Oi, dad. I'z got maself' a bud' ovar, gimme twu frebiz," he called out. The orcish barman made his way over to Gormick and replied with aggression: "Yer in luk, caus' I stil ow' ya fer dat previus stunt ya pull'd aff. Ya betta' not expekt mach in da futur," the barman stated, laying out two extra-large glasses before Gormick and Ari, filling one of them with orc fungus beer, then looked at Ari and asked him: "Whaddaya want?"
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Archarius Kyzelakioz
The lich chuckled at what the witch said. "Children, long ago they might have been, but no, they're not my children." He said, his voice becoming a touch deeper. "They are my artworks, my masterpiece, my legacy!" He said as he stood, spreading his arms flamboyantly. "You asked what I do with them? I created them, and that is all I have to do. Art is art no matter what I do, and thus whatever I do is irrelevant to them. Iove them, oh believe me I very much do, yet they are not my children. My beloved boys and girls, yet none of them truly my own."

"They exist to be beautiful, to soread my beauty into this dull and boring world. Those ignorant heathens who call my creatures are ugly and monsterous? They are uneducation, stupid, moronic pieces of flesh an blood and guts and bones that are more suited as paint to my art!" The lich went on a tirade, his voice growing more intense and passionate as he went on. "So yes, I have done everything for them, hopefully you won't take offense with my reply."

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Vex couldnt help but smirk, or smile, at his response. "That is what I do not get about you artist types. But than again, I am no artist. I am a mother." She said. "They exist for you, not the other way around. You gave them life and as payment they bring you fame or what have you. That is something I do not understand. I created Jango and Enigo through my own blood, I spend so long learning different spells to bring them to life. Do they owe me? Not in the slightest. You know why? Because they protect me as I protect them. But... I guess I should understand that you did not create these art works to cure any loneliness, you create them because that's simply what you do"
"As reply to other's views of your artwork, you have said beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What I see as twisted masses of flesh you see something beautiful. And I can respect that, after all others wouldnt exactly call my boys beautiful either" CrimsonEclipse

Birdsie said:

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach
Gormick looked at the human, temporarily acknowledging him as a superior due to his victory and setting Gormick free once again. "Aye, Gormick Mordoor," the orc introduced himself. "Alrite, I'z gonna tritya to a drink, den. An' trast me'z wen I tel ya dat I kan take et in literz. Dis wey, hyumen," Gormick called out, leading the way toward the Drunken Dragon, the pub owned by his parents.

Gormick opened the door forcefully, then walked in and sat near the counter, and called out to the orcish barman. "Oi, dad. I'z got maself' a bud' ovar, gimme twu frebiz," he called out. The orcish barman made his way over to Gormick and replied with aggression: "Yer in luk, caus' I stil ow' ya fer dat previus stunt ya pull'd aff. Ya betta' not expekt mach in da futur," the barman stated, laying out two extra-large glasses before Gormick and Ari, filling one of them with orc fungus beer, then looked at Ari and asked him: "Whaddaya want?"
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"Lager. The strongest you got." Ari said. "I'll only get one glass off you. I got the rest myself." He smacked the counter with 3 gold coins. A tip. These orcs are very generous with their drinks. These glasses were huge

Once he got the Lager, Ari took a big swig. "Now that we're here, why'd you kill those guards? Just asking at this point."

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach - Drunken Dragon Pub
Gormick took a good sip of his beer and looked back at Ari, answering his question. "Y'see, they'z bein' raceist, or wateva'," Gormick took another swig of the fungus beer and laid it back on the counter, half-empty, but still holding it with the intent to drink more. "'N Orkz 'n ork. Ya jus' ain't gon' ta insalt uz 'less ya want ter die. Dey deed presicely dat," he put the mug back to his lips and drank another, considerable part of it. "So, y'see, dey thot insultin' me waz gon' be funney. I'z jast proffen dem wrong... bai smashin' deir skullz inta ther headz," the orc spoke, then laughed a little and took another sip of his fungus beer.

You could see that Gormick really enjoyed its taste, drinking a lot of it in a short timespan despite the kick it had.
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Birdsie said:

Gormick Mordoor, the Orc Janitor
Location: Jester's Reach - Drunken Dragon Pub
Gormick took a good sip of his beer and looked back at Ari, answering his question. "Y'see, they'z bein' raceist, or wateva'," Gormick took another swig of the fungus beer and laid it back on the counter, half-empty, but still holding it with the intent to drink more. "'N Orkz 'n ork. Ya jus' ain't gon' ta insalt uz 'less ya want ter die. Dey deed presicely dat," he put the mug back to his lips and drank another, considerable part of it. "So, y'see, dey thot insultin' me waz gon' be funney. I'z jast proffen dem wrong... bai smashin' deir skullz inta ther headz," the orc spoke, then laughed a little and took another sip of his fungus beer.

You could see that Gormick really enjoyed its taste, drinking a lot of it in a short timespan despite the kick it had.
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Ari scoffed. "Those guards are all Valerian's men. That racist bastard king is on a campaign to kill off anything not human.........Nala, come forth."

A small chimera baby appeared on the table. "MASTER!!" The chimera baby yelped upon seeing that Lager. "I knew I felt weird. I've asked you to not drink if I'm not around."

"Sorry Nala." Nala was Ari's familiar and due to the summoned bond, if Ari drank, it was shared with Nala, so Nala was almost drunk. "This is Nala. I saved her parent from his men and got her egg as a gift."
"Yup. The greatest gift you're ever gonna get.......ME!" She turned a flip, purring.

"Nala, we're discussing something. I can't have a drunk child, so here's some milk." Ari slammed 4 more coins down and ordered milk for Nala. 1 for the milk. 3 for tip. She lapped it happily. With the occasional purr from the high quality, Nala was silent now

"Anyways, I'm tired of the king's shit. Killing innocents. Not long ago, he ordered the death of minotaur baby." Another big swig. He was obviously pissed, his mood ruined now at the thought.

Beatrice had been walking through the woods for a while now. In fact she was wondering if she was lost or something. And she also realized she forgot her equipment. Not that she needed it given she was for the most part a mage. But just in case she had to initiate a surprise attack. Which she couldn't do. Well she just had to hope she could borrow some armor and maybe a Dagger from some random Valerian soldier. Then she saw a dragon. "Oh thank god one of my kind. Uh Hello!"

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Safety Hammer said:

Tyr sat at the bar, drinking his ale as he watched Bailey finish her contract. "You know, throat slitting makes too much of a scene. You might want to go with poison next time." He said, straightening his back and listening to the audible cracks as he stretched it out. "D'you wanna get dinner here and maybe camp outside? I don't have enough gold to rent a room." He downed the rest of his ale, and waved down the bartender to get him another.

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Bailey Fa'Lanis
Location-Drunken Dragon
"But slitting throats is faster and to be honest, more fun," Bailey replied. "Besides, when you posion them it maybe may not work, then you have to follow them around, and it's just more work for a scumbag who doesn't deserve it," She explained, digging out the worn journal she used to keep teacknof what they were doing. Manynof the pages were covered in small, neat but rather loopy handwriting. Bailey took her mask off laying it in the bar beside her, since it was a little hard to read with it on, and flipped to a page with a check list on it. She quickly made her little mark, then looked at who was next.

"Hmmm, that can't be right," She muttered to herself, but finally answered his question. "Yeah, sure, whatever," she said, waving her hand a little as if she were dismissing him. "This is weird, like really weird. The next guy in our hit list is a guy we killed a year ago. I remember cause he smelled like goat cheese, it was gross," She said, taking another sip of ale, before glancing over at Tyr. To be honest she wanted him to he a little more interested in what they were doing....or would for once let her rent a room.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a high picthed voice. Itbwas actually rather cute, but that though was soon gone when she saw who the voice had gone over to. Someone she didn't know in a personal sense, but anyone who had access to any sort of information knew exactly who the hell he was. The Black Assassin. And he was sitting with an Orc? Why? Well, that wasn't really her business, so she just turned back to Tyr and her ale.

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Myrva, upon hearing a voice call out from below, looked down curiously. She clearly recognized the source of the voice as one of her own species, and moved down to land. Atlas, having directed her to do nothing of the sort, frantically moved to pull on her reins, being utterly unknowing of the reason she did so. The dragon landed firmly on the ground, making a large impactful sound as she did so. This was very unlike her normal method of landing, which was much more cautious and conscious; she never behaved this way unless she was in some sort of rush.

It was only then he noticed the stranger in front of him, and Myrva had begun to approach the woman in a slow, curiously wary, yet somewhat trusting manner. He dismounted, putting away the stone as he did so, and watched silently in confusion as Myrva continued to stare at the stranger. What was it about her that had made Myrva change her behaviour so quickly? The only noticeable thing he could see about her were her wings and other strange appendages- yet she hadn't reacted that way before towards other creatures with wings. Still, while Myrva's lack of hostility toward the stranger comforted him slightly, he still didn't trust her; he didn't even have the slightest idea who she was. He braced himself and made sure to place one of his hands somewhat close to one of his weapons, just in case. Finding no particular reason or incentive to go out of his way and speak to the woman, he simply nodded in greeting as he turned to Myrva and attempted to direct her back to their mission.

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