"[color=#e3ed74]Gütta. And I'm sorry to lie to you, Rorskoth. Specially since you're so damn big![/color]" The mercenary flashed a mischievous smile as he looked up at the hulking figure. His normal demeanor, a mild and watery smugness, slid back into view. "[color=#e3ed74]If it's anything to you, I just wanted out of that room. Most of these people bug the shit out of me.[/color]"

Nevertheless he continued walking, following the Nord as far as he went. He needed to keep the gift safe, even if his back muscles were intact.

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