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The ragged ulfen man stood and looked down at Amedeo's clothes. He glared and spat down on the floor, he held his greataxe down at his side as a show of good faith.

"I do not like your nation... but you..." He pointed with the head of his axe in Amedeo's general direction. "... I can't help but give you the credit of being the lesser of great evils."

Gjorn switch his greataxe to his left hand, and held his fist to his chest before bowing his head.

"I wish you the best, and if we find ourselves in the same venture you can count on my steel to cover your back!" The ulfen leaned down from his staggering height and looked right into Amedeo's eyes with a smirk. "No offense though... but there is no way in hell i'm returning this diplomatic gesture to the chelish house."

Spits on the Ground. "That arrogant ungrateful whelp of a prince!.. Gjorn sighs. It's for the best I quess. I was tired of hearing of my kinsmen being sent on tasks of a politician's 'needs'. If you ask me, you should have left that little -DERRO- to waste away."

Gjorn stands from the ground and pulls his greataxe up onto his shoulder. "I agree with the Halfling! And I will search for these sages over all of Avistan... by the blood of my father I shall stand with you Sapphire Sage!"

The Ragged Ulfen man nodded and walked out at a brisk pace.