[hr][center][h3][b]Arex Thorn[/b][/h3]
[Color=silver][sub][u]FOR SO LONG HAS HE BEEN OUT HERE[/u][/sub][/color]
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Arex never looked up from his guns. His fingers had run raw scraping across the the surface and digging into the tiny ditches that he now clearly, yet somehow blissfully unaware, was adding to the mess. 

He shook his head and let a pause of silence build between them. [Color=silver]"Tch, Tch, Tch."[/color] He eventually responded. [Color=silver]"I'm alive."[/color] he informed no one in particular as he stopped polishing his gun with his own blood and leant back to examine his hard work. An odd smile ran across his lips. An expression caught between two worlds. Heaven and hell. 

He looked up to the intruder. 
[Color=silver]"Did you bring my whiskey?"[/color] He asked the tall creature curiously in a dry raspy voice as he looked up to meet its eyes. As he continued to speak a feint strain of desperation entered his voice.
[Color=silver]"Karnorouri, please tell me you have our whiskey!"[/color] 

[@Liaison]