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[color=Brown] [h1] Ossian [/h1] [/color] 

Ossian raised a brow and turned his gaze away from his drink, looking around the room when he heard the word "Dragonborn." It wasn't that long until he found a new figure, one who wore a cloak. At first, Ossian couldn't tell whether that truly was a Dragonborn or just some Lizardfolk from the lands beyond the northern ocean. Ossian frowned when the newcomer, now known as Dru'marish, spoke up.

His voice was... odd, to say the least. It sounded higher than any Dragonborn Ossian has encountered in the past. Of course, he was probably nitpicking and this Dragonborn was young. What truly caught his attention was how Dru'marish was [i]boasting[/i]. Ossian couldn't help but scoff at this.

Ossian gave the Dragonborn an hour before someone tried to attack him. With that set, Ossian took a swig of his ale and glanced at Dru'marish. He had a very bad feeling about the Dragonborn. Not once has he met anyone that was dramatic without some ulterior motive. He placed his head in his left hand as he thought about whether or not he should do anything about this feeling, losing himself to thought as he considered the rewards and consequences of each path.
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