Darom glances over his shoulder, nodding in thanks to Isu before turning back to the final beetle.
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Although growing weary with damage, Darom roars as he swings at the beetle before him.
Daron cries out and steps back, steadying himself before swinging again at the beetle to his right.
Darom steps forward swiftly, drawing his great ax and slamming it into the fire beetle with impressive force.
"Be careful," Darmon murmurs so that only the party can hear. "There's something on these trees that appears to be poison."
Darom accepts that answer with a slight nod, but remains suspicious that there might be a connection to that apprentices that isn't immediately apparent.
Darom grunts, shifting his weight, considering. He didn't know much of the Sarini people. "And do you think the Sarini have no interest in revenge?"
Darom grunts, dismissing the air of concern that was suddenly palpable in the room. "Unnecessary," he states with confidence. "Besides, fewer compatriots means less hands on the reward."
Darom stands towards the back of the room, his large 6 foot 4 frame uncomfortable in the small space, his thick clothes making him feel claustrophobic and hot. He listens restlessly to the mayor -- he wouldn't be here if he didn't need the money and he had little to say. Reviewing the others in the room he felt no physical threat, but then he knew from experience lands to the south of the mountains and those that inhabited them were often not what they seemed. He listens respectfully as the Osirion man Isu speaks, grinning at the comment about preferring action to subtly. "Action is good." Darom stretches the fingers of his right hand in his glove and balls them into a fist anxiously. "I like action." |