[center][h1][color=f26522]Jenramo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Jenramo cleaned the blood from his blade, the essence of the fallen had stitched the wounds that he had sustained during the fight, yet he knew that he would need to be careful moving forward, the poison that the beastmen used could kill him still, even with beloved memory holding him together, after the battle if he did not gather an antivenin or recieve aid from Gwen... he shook the thought, magic was still not something that he was comfortable utilizing like that, the corruption he had seen in mages, these people were good, but they don't stay that way long. 

	The large man and the knight that assisted them were looting like the rogue, some mercenaries have no decency. Jenramo moved back to the group and reconvened with their leader, [color=f26522]"Well, now we have more to contend with, how would you like to proceed?"[/color] Jenramo did not sheathe his weapon, the two strangers, while they had helped them, they are unknown, and not to mention, a possible drain to the reward. Jenramo held onto his stance maintaining a preparedness he needed in case the behemoth of a man attempted to charge them.

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