[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] Alleyway - Shezze
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] The Twins, Vamon, the guards and Nevan[/center]
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[color=#FF0000]"War? Well, then I myself shall kindly accept your offer of not joining. War's not of my liking, and it probably will never change..."[/color] Guthrie let his hand grip the handle of his sword, feeling the weight as he let his mind briefly consider the future. Their future. If they were going down in the tunnels - places where men like himself had to fight to just survive, and lesser beings were easy prey - they would need to be well prepared. 

[color=#FF0000]"Rations, dry, enough for us to last a week at most; we can live of what we gather and hunt. Oil for our alchemist friend here, he'll surely create wonders with the liquid. A bow and a quiver of arrows, lost mine against a brownskinned stone-worm a few weeks back. Whatever the girls need. And..."[/color] 

Guthrie let his gaze rise up towards the ceiling of the cave, as if searching for something lurking up there, in the shadows. [color=#FF0000]"..any information on a creature with red eyes. Red like that man's blood. I am tracking it."[/color]