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”Where I’m from is of no importance anymore.” a lone figure in the corner speaks out. While he talks he remains almost motionless and speaks in a monotone voice. ”I am Mirer. Where I lack in trapdinding I make up in my camouflage ability. One of you spoke about not dealing the first blow. I on the other hand will. I will not give those who try and fight me the chance to do it again. That’s of course if they even see me coming. I will show them no mercy.” ” I joined the Society to go new places and make some coin in the process. I mean what else was I supposed to do?” As he speaks he does not look around, but simply stares at the dagger in his hand. As he stares he suddenly stores it on his wrist sheath fast enough that’s it’s almost hard to notice.
”How much resistance can we expect?” a lone and low voice speaks up from the corner. Sitting still the lone figure sits remarkably still. His uniform appears to have holes and strings tied to it everywhere. Almost as though things have been tied to it and repeatedly torn off. ”Oh my apologies. I am Mirer. This will be fun. Although I prefer a more urban landscape, getting to know and explore these caves will be quite interesting. What type of terrains are we expected to encounter? What type of creatures? |
