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"What was just decided here? I know not of politics, just tell it to me straight." Ezkal harumphed.
Aladdin stabs again trying to get the hang of using the martial weapon correctly. He fumbles and grunts with frustration. "Why are these things so hard to use?!?" he howled in frustration.
Ezkal sits and chants the only song of worship an Inquisitor of Gorum would ever need to know. 1st Holy Gorumskagat - Come and Worship The night grows cold, the battle at an end The fallen grow colder, no more life to lend In piles and heaps the corpses strewn In motionless worship 'neath a wanning moon Tis the church of Gorum, God of Battle Fools of weakness come die like cattle Yet the strong grow stronger and the large grow larger Grap your iron and mount your charger Bash and cut and smash and kill Til the God of War has had his fill
Shinami does have flat crackers that taste like they've been touched with honey and some weird melty substance that's dark brown and made from some exotic bean he's heard of called "cocoa" which he got while at the Monasteries.
"Son of a B!&%!. Someone is setting this up for a full scale werewolf civil war." "Dammit Ezekiel, we're pulling back because we don't stupid bloodshed. We didn't kill Ragna, hell she even BIT me after she changed and we STILL didn't kill her. We left her with Thobir the dwarf and then came her to see if we could help her brothers for god's sake." Shinami shouted over his shoulder as he dove for cover.
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