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[sup]Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa, Bell & Kolyn[/sup]

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[color=gray]The words the mercenary spoke struck truer than an archer's arrow.

Perhaps it was in Arin's interest to back down. She, after all, was a priestess of Lady Nilonne, and if caught, they would likely not harm Arin to avoid angering the clergy, yet something told her not to back down. What of the people within the city? It may have been a port, but surely families--children, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters--lived within the walls of Port Sesta. Arin couldn't say she wasn't afraid, but she couldn't show cowardice and run while innocent people would be injured and die because of roguish invaders.

The priestess gripped her staff, not out of rage, but to gain the courage she would need. Arin's downwards gaze hadn't lasted long as she looked towards the mercenary with renewed vigor and a tenacious stare.[/color] [color=lightsteelblue][b]"I... I may be a defenseless child, but that doesn't mean I should run with my tail between my legs."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Arin explained, looking around at the two others that had volunteered to help fight. Sure, they weren't the most experienced bunch, but they were quick to leap to the aid of others--the mage's response saw to that.[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue][b]"There are people that live here and call Port Sesta home. If the Ancarans are truly as dangerous as you say... someone needs to take care of injuries sustained, whether it was you or the townsfolk that received them."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Arin replied, hoping her words would reach the woman. The swordswoman appeared to be quite the stubborn individual, and there was no telling if she was listening.[/color] [color=lightsteelblue][b]"And if the prince is here like those flyers said... as Estalans, it should be our duty to protect him."[/b][/color]

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[sup]Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa, Bell & Arin[/sup]

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[color=gray]Out of anyone, why were these three women proving to be the most quarrelsome?

Kolyn stayed silent as he listened to the three girls. The swordsman wanted them to stay out of the fight, while the mage argued she could hold her own and the priestess spouted off how it was her duty to help those in need. Kolyn felt everything had been said that he could've said... no, there was something he had to say. Whilst Kolyn had struggles with his own family, hearing "nothing but a bow" was stain on his and his family's name as it struck a nerve within the archer.

Drawing an arrow from his quiver, Kolyn twirled it between his gloved fingers.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen][b]"Miss Whatever-Your-Name-Is, it appears you don't know the Totton name. I bet any of us Tottons can put an arrow right through the slit of the visors of one of those Ancarans by at least a few hundred yards."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Perhaps it sounded too much like a boast to whoever was listening, but Kolyn was going to abide by it. Kolyn couldn't just let some nameless swordswoman speak ill of him and his family.

However, that wasn't the only reason why Kolyn refused to back down. If the swordsman was going to be stubborn, then he might as well. After all, whoever this woman was was trying to keep Kolyn from being the savior of the city! Letting her do all the work would keep Kolyn devoid of what riches he might gain upon eliminating the invaders, and if what the cleric said was true, helping the prince would provide even more riches.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen][b]"I'm coming, no matter if you have an issue with it. Insist all you want, but I won't listen."[/b][/color]

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