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The last threads of HORUS’ anger leave him as he chucks his handaxe in the direction of the thugs, channeling the last of the raging energy into the throw. He is not exactly aiming to hit them, just hoping to scare them off a bit more… but the axe doesn’t go far as he’s taken aback by the extremely flustered elf before him. The father, HORUS assumes, is waiting for answers from his boy and only the sound of metal can be heard clanging to the cobblestone pavement of the town square.  

HORUS snaps to attention, a weak smile gracing his features as he takes a step to the side to examine the man. He’s an elf, which leaves him a bit wary, but he seems relatively harmless as far as appearances go. [abbr=Insight Check: 16]Although, from studying his words and posture, HORUS can tell that this anger in him is foreign.[/abbr] So much unlike himself, the elf is tense and worried, shaken up from the prospect of the fight. 

Maybe he should apologize? But... would that be speaking out of turn? Would the man think of that as rude? HORUS’ own posture begins to fail him, hands crossed behind his back as he prepares for the onslaught of discipline. It’s been a long while since he’s had a stern talking to, and he releases a heavy sigh remembering Javan’s strict rules and constant disappointment. [i]Look what you’ve gotten yourself into now[/i], Javan would say. [i]Bothering these nice people, your temper getting the best of you again - how many times do I have to tell you this, boy?[/i] HORUS stares at his feet, brushing a stray braid over his ear and out of his face.