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As Kilgarrah stood there and heard the man try to defend himself, one word stuck out among him, [i]outcasts[/i]. Looking down upon the elf who was already battle ready, a monstrous grin formed on his face. "Outcasts, huh?" one could swear he sounded a cross between a brutish orc and a crocodile. "Youre in luck then, I am an outcast as well." Instead of attacking the elf who armed himself infront of him or preparing for hostilities, he would take off one of the jugs filled with water and present it to the elf. "My name is Kilgarrah Ventmaw. Since a young hatchling I have been exiled from my tribe. Since then I have wandered the desert alone, and recently I decided I should join some sort of group. If you will have me, I can assure you my loyalty will be above all else."