Sullivan listened closely as Connor explained the circumstances of their situation, not that he would have paid less attention if it was anyone else. Of course. But back in Albion, civilized clothing and pipesmoke often made words heavier when spoken through that very same mouth.

[color=6ecff6]" ...I do believe that enemy has returned after years of slumber. I have been receiving reports concerning an increase in monster activity..."[/color]

[i]Why is it always left to sleep?[/i] [i]We [i][b]have[/b][/i] [b]fire[/b].[/i] He mumbled, with only Claire his sole audience. His glance shot towards the hearth. Maybe he will find out ...


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Then it was adam's, the odd amalgamation of body parts, turn to speak. In the less dreary lights of the inner halls, he could now make out the finer features of this particular individual. Sullivan was not too enthusiastic about making him uncomfortable by leering at him, until he spoke that is-

[color=82ca9d]"...I find it difficult to believe a group of savages could band together to hunt these monsters in force but I suppose a serious enough threat could be a good motivator."[/color]

[b]"Band of savages?"[/b] His metallic voice quipped. Getting insult thrown his way out of the blue mid-conversation, the Knight couldn't help but feel a pang of indignation. Especially when he has been nothing but civilized thus far. He looked Adam up and down, his helm squeaking with each purposeful movement. [b]"Look at you, all civilized in those  tavern-rags. Tell me, is blood stain or spittle more fashionable nowadays?"[/b]



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