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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3][/center]

[indent]Almond? Well he couldn't say he had heard that one before. It was a tad dry but the mistake hadn't be looked over. [color=orange][b]"Oh come on, Almond? really? Its, Armend, Clara. Armend Kinora. And as your new partner, I sincerely hope you don't forget it."[/b][/color] He shook his head and let the drink hang in his loose grip. 

He had a bit on his mind during the long trek. Things that were too late to contemplate. Like "What did I get myself into?" and "All this just to show up one dirty bastard." Reminders on top of reminders flooded him. It was more than just some petty grudge. That son-of-a-cow had disgraced not only him but his comrades too. Taking everything he held dear was the least he could do. The most was outright killing him. 

But he didn't want to do that. He liked to think he was better than a murderer.

The trek was lightweight for him. So he entered the tent, found a small stool, and squatted on it. For a moment he felt he owed, Clara a discloser. [color=orange][b]"Listen, Clara, I'm new to the hunting scene. If I fuck up, don't get yourself killed trying to save me. I dove headfirst into this, so I expect bumps and bruises, got it. In other words, if things get dicey because of myyyy... my lack-of-know-how just let me go."[/b][/color] As he spoke calmly about his own demise, he made his way to the chest and gathered anything he felt necessary. 

Plenty of drink, plenty of first aid, and of course that handy map. He opened it and just quickly closed it. [color=orange][b]"Uhh, can you read this thing?"[/b][/color] he wondered.[/indent]