[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	Dremmick's eyes narrowed and became dark, He was trying really hard not to put a knife through her jaw to her skull to shut her up. He went ahead and climbed on his horse. [color=A52A2A]"The only compensating I'm having to do is trying to keep up with [i]your[/i] bullshit pacifism that will do nothing but get you and everyone around you killed. A failed system? Please, they have failed themselves. These people thrive on killing and stealing from others. They want a life like that then they shouldn't be surprised when someone turns the tables on them and has had enough. If what you saw was too much for you then go back home to suckle at your mother's teat, there is no place for you out here. I put my life on the line just now because you couldn't handle it."[/color] He let out a sigh and shook his head.[color=A52A2A] "I won't be making the same mistake again. I don't need your magic, I'll take care of myself. Get your own damn horse."[/color] 

	After as much as he just did for them, that ungrateful useless woman has the nerve insult him like that. He's killed people for far less. He watched as she....[i]interrogated[/i] the other bandits. If you could even call it that. He found her choices in phasing peculiar. 'Who do you serve', and 'malitia', please, they weren't that complex. Simple bandits following whoever hits the hardest, nothing more. He already had an idea who and where she was. That Tyro girl was probably already at the cave while they wasted time here. But he wanted to see exactly how far her interrogation would go. He noticed that when she asked them question, the bandits would nervously dart their eyes to him and back to her.