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

"[b]Wai wai wait. I'll com with yu to thuh Lord. Can' just be doomin' worker-folk to behcuhm bag-head-things like that. Bridge ought to be a checkpoin whereuhn pikemen form a wall an execute targehts hated by thuh dogs or whutever wretched magicks yu need. Thehs town was meant to take siege. Et can handle [i]this[/i].[/b]" He finished that with a flourish at the head being displayed to him. He had seen his fair share of wretched fetishes and idols, so this squirming dollish thing made little impact on the charcoal burner. In fact it intrigued him. He wanted to make an idol to the forest of it. That could wait, however.

"[b]An thuh people can figh too.[/b]" Kapti slid his splitting maul over his shoulder into its sling and rested a hand on one of the heads of his tomahawks. He planted his feet and puffed out his chest, making a rather firm display of gesturing townwards and churchwards. "[b]We're of Kensfort, and we're stronger for it. Stronger than this squirming deadman.[/b]" His accent faded just momentarily before picking back up. "[b]We cuhn hahndol thehs if we work smart. Means doomehn no-on.[/b]"

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