[center][color=00BFFF][h3][u][b]Magnus Arhakaine[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
[sub][color=00BFFF]Location:[/color] The Crossed Swords
[color=00BFFF]Interacting With:[/color] Nor, Ntaj, and Thomas[/sub][/center][hr][hr]

	
	Magnus ignored the bread Ntaj had offered, instead settling for a long sip of his ale. Wasn’t so long ago that he’d had lunch, and he’d barely done anything to make a dent on the food that was already in his belly. [color=00BFFF][i]You’re not getting much of anything done here, Maggie-boy. [/i][/color] Speaking to these adventurers hadn’t provided any real progress with his investigations, which was more than a touch annoying considering he had to deal with the boorish huntress and the needlessly verbose mage. You’d think he’d have more to show for himself after completing those trials.

	The swordsman retrieved his pipe and lit up another smoke before looking at his newest dwarven companion under his brows. 

	[color=00BFFF]“Strange bunch, eh? ”[/color]