Varrick's hand reflexively went to his sword when he heard the footsteps coming toward the door. He only allowed himself to relax when he saw who had come. [b][color=f7941d][i]Masef[/i][/color][/b], Varrick thought, [color=f7941d][b][i]he's grown up.[/i][/b][/color] But then, Varrick supposed they all had. Masef was one of the closest of Brand's children to Varrick in age, but the similarities stopped there. They hadn't ever been the best of friends, but they were brothers. [b][color=f7941d][i]In times like these, I suppose that's all I can ask for,[/i][/color][/b] Varrick thought.

Masef's complexion had darkened over the years, and his eyes gave off an air of many more years' worth of wisdom. In other times, perhaps Varrick would have called it unnatural; but things being what they were, he didn't give a damn. When Masef extended his hand, Varrick clasped it and shook. 

[color=f7941d][b]"It's been a long time, Masef."[/b][/color] They released the handshake, and Varrick went back to his spot leaning against the wall. [color=f7941d][b]"I hope we're all here,"[/b][/color] he said, crossing his arms and meeting Masef's eyes. [color=f7941d][b]"You know what happened. We need to get to work."[/b][/color]

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