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Ventus scoffed. "Your words ring hollow to me, human. I'd rather die by my principles than ally myself with any of the war-mongering orcs that pollute my home so thoroughly. Likewise, I would not find solace in helping the forces that seek to preserve..." Ventus spat. "...[i]peace.[/i] I am no mere mercenary, and I can assure you, that no amount of gold would pit me against your forces, especially not after you dragged me away from an early grave. I work alone, and for that reason alone, I will not be persuaded by your perception of Fellmore or its people."

The Captain laughed and slapped him on the back. "I like you, Ventus. Good thing we're neither warmongers nor peace-bringers, or we'd be sunk! No, we're here to [i]violently[/i] restore some semblance of civilization to Fellmore. We're all as done with the depravity and fake peace as you are."

She gestured something to the short orc, who disappeared out of the tent and returned with Ventus's equipment.

The Captain handed back his gear. "If you ever want to make money while working alone, you know where to find me for the next few days. Good luck out there."