[center][b]Kapti Van Ken[/b][/center]

He held his ground as she approached, and broke when the smell hit him. First a scoff and a choke, before he quickly dropped his left hand from his weapon and used it to pull his own nose tight and closed. He wheezed, before slipping out, "[b]Point pruven she-folk. G'till thuh Smithy at thuh keep t-put yur arms an armor cleanin on the Van Ken tab, if yur gonn have that handled proper-like. Poor soul. Nounder yur mood is all up an tweested like hells whores.[/b]" He let his eyes meet hers, before turning his attention back now to the others.

"[b]What ani-mal is in thee bag? Mole?[/b]" He enunciated carefully, perhaps over doing it. He gestured now with the head of his maul loosely, still remaining out of the way but dropping his stance. 

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