[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Outskirts[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend." - William Blake[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas looked over the corpse as he knelt down beside Irime. He hadn't known Ronear for long, but the two were always back and forth with their gambling games as friends. The magus would lose some, then he'd win some and the cycle would continue. It was a shame that Ronear and the other elf had died, but Kreneas was more infuriated that another elf would betray his kind during time of war. The thought was sicking, and the magus had a burning desire to catch the perpetrator in order to bring their crimes to justice. 

Pulling the dagger free from Ronear's back, Kreneas took a second to analyze the quality of the weapon and the blade. [color=silver]"Standard issue, but there are a few distinct grooves in the blade, doubtlessly from parrying another blade. Do you know anyone that fights with daggers, Irime?"[/color] Kreneas asked, yet when he looked up there was no Irime in sight. The magus stood up with a sigh, and sheathed the dagger on his belt as he motioned towards the corpses for the rest of the company to prepare the bodies for burial. [color=silver]"Keep checking the rest of the area for clues. I'll go find Irime."[/color] Kreneas replied to the group surrounding him before following the softly treaded sod showing the direction that Irime had went.

[@Wick]