"Ye say somethin', ye yella-bellied 'ore's brat? Well, ye can calm yerself, I'm only lookin' for me own pack," Galen snarled at the man, through his disheveled face, taking absolutely no heed that the man might draw a sword on him. He didn't think the man could break his stone-like skin with it, if he even dared try, and countinued looking for his stuff.


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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/9245 8 Intimidation
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