The Centurion saw the hooded figure and made his way over to them. They were sleeping on a hammock of some kind. The armored man approached and picked up an item, examining it carefully. Looked like some kind of potion for sale? He gently placed the object back onto the wooden table.

[color=f26522]"Greetings! I am-"[/color] The Centurion began, before he was interrupted by the dragon turtle beasts roar. It seemed his new bestial ally was preparing forb battle against the strange creatures ahead. But before this could concur, it was the Centurion's responsibility to keep all innocent bystanders away from the conflict.

He turned around to watch Bowser finish his roar, after which he once again faced the hooded being. Micheal De Santa and Blasermate had mounted the alleged King, which was an interesting tactic. 

[color=f26522]"Greetings!"[/color] As if nothing had happened, [color=f26522]"I am Centurion Agoston. Merchant, I suggest you clear the area, for there will be conflict here soon. My compatriots and I intend to free this land of tyranny, and fully intend on using violence to do so. I am hereby warning you that if you remain this close to the combat zone, you or your goods may end up being collateral damage. I'll not force you to leave, of course, but I'd certainly recommend it."[/color]

Squinting over at the path before him, Centurion considered his chances. Some of the enemies didn't even have arms. Truly, they were pathetic creatures. Short work would be made of them. In the meantime he waited for the hooded figure to give some kind of response before continuing onto the battle he was very much interested in beginning or participating in. 


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easy peasy
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