[center][color=darkred][h1]Conall[/h1][/color][/center]

[@Old Amsterdam]
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Conall’s disdain turned to surprise as the stranger seemed to have the strength to lift him, before quickly turning to a happier mood. She seems to be a cut above the rest, she could help him achieve his goal. She would be able to influence this war for a faction, though if she has been here for a while, she has some other goal in mind.

 [color=darkred] I need to choose my words carefully if I am to influence her, politics has always been more difficult than killing…[/color][color=darkgreen] Or, just kill her now and be done with it, how dare she insult me![/color] Conall  was shocked at the sudden turn of his thoughts, an emotion that almost changed his visible expression. [color=darkred]… No; at least, not yet. If I can gleam her intent, I might be able to twist it towards a more likeable scenario.  Perhaps if I offer assistance, and she accepts, I can gain trust. Trust leads to the opportunity and opportunity leads to[/color][color=darkgreen][i] betrayal[/i][/color][color=darkred] eventually, maybe…. No wait, that’s not right…[/color] Conall thought, deciding on most of a plan. No longer maintaining a threatening appearance but not wanting to appear submissive or weak, he shifted to a more neutral tone.

[color=darkred]” Bah, I am not worried about insanity, mental facilities are, thankfully, not required for my cause. I feel that I should apologize some for my demeanor. I fell into the trap of assuming that everyone was incompetent, due to the long stalemate lingering over this city. It is clear that you however, harbor some alternative end, and I daresay it aligns somewhat with mine.  I fall somewhere within the rebels state of mind, though I do not share the love nor contempt of humans as my pathetic ‘allies’ do. I serve another.  What I ask, is what do you seek?  I seek conflict. Others perish in war, but I do not just survive, I thrive in it. War is my religion, the battlefield is my temple. Thus I choose to follow The Morrígan, for she offers rivers of blood and fields of flesh for me to feast on. This is not the war I was promised, this mere squabble pales in comparison to what comes next.  If this sounds ideal to you, let me join you so that the very Earth itself may sunder from glorious war. Otherwise, leave me so that the next time we meet may be on the field of battle.”[/color] Conall said, beginning softly but with each word grew more and more force behind them till the end where he announced with zeal for his goal. 


It wasn't till the end that he realized Sarafine was talking to a patch of nothing a few feet from her. An act that confused him, was she hallucinating a companion? Or was someone there that not even Conall could detect. His gaze shifted from Sarafine to the plot of land he thought she was looking at. His expression shifting to a quizzical look. [Color=Darkred] She either is lacking of mental facilities, or there is some non-corporeal being residing there...[/color]