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I watched the well armored man yell at me in a strange accent, I wasn't familiar with its origins, and it didnt help I can barely understand what he was rambling at, just that he was apparently a mercenary for the men I had just slaughtered for their blasphemous thieving. I retrieved the wrapped up object. [color=ed1c24]"I just defended what is mine, their  fault for taking it." [/color]I said flatly. My head jerked up, as I thought that I smelled something off. Looking back and raising my face guard, my forked tongue tasting the air. After a short while of taking in scent my eyes fell upon a patch of tall grass hiding a black figure I could barely make out. "A survivor?" I called over to it.[@louie221]