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   Apart from the constant fear of having his head bashed in at any moment, Yashar liked the straightfowardness of his new hireling. No games, no attempts to show off, no useless monologues. Just the sheer will to bash people's heads with two slabs of iron.

[b]   "YES. FUCK IT."[/b]

   That's all Yashar wanted to hear, a simple yes from a simple reanimated skeleton with a never ending bloodlust. With no reasons to futher delay his last visitor, he gave the instructions [color=fff79a]"Head to the inn behind the market place, the rest of the crew is there waiting for you. Also, take this"[/color], a small crystal ball appeared from one of the mage's many pouches in his now extended hand, [color=fff79a]"It will give you the instructions on what to do and who to kill."[/color]

   His guest seemed a little aprehensive when shown the crystal ball, or maybe just further angered. It was hard to tell the difference with him. [color=fff79a]"If you rather keep away from magic objects, you can either hand it to the elf in the inn, or wait for me to send further instructions through a courrier."[/color]