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Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Three-Evening
Location: Northrend-Valiance Keep
Interacting: Flint, Black Smith
Mention: Blue[@Holy Soldier], Constantina[@DracoLunaris], Rubick[@WXer], Cole Phelps[@ONL]
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After retrieving his gold with a quiet thank you, the Mega Man turned to wait for the rest of his squad to catch up, appraising the area around them. Above the parapets, he could see some kind of flier soaring above, launching...something at the troops on the ground, who seemed to be engaged with both the flyers and [color=OrangeRed]"The hell are those things on the beaches?"[/color] The young man simply couldn't tell from that distance, and as he moved to find out, a passing midget-like man carrying a rifle stopped him.

"Hold on there, lad. Those undead Nerubians aren't somethin' to go an' gawk at from any distance, not with their flyin' pets above us." Vent glanced at the man and opened his mouth before the man continued. "Och, but where are me manners? Names Flint, Dwarven Ranger. You one of those that came with the Death Knight I saw headin' into the keep? Ye look a wee bit, well, scrawny, if ya are." For just the briefest moment, Vent could feel a flash of his old temper flare up at the mention of his obvious physical ability but he managed to tamp it down before he made a mistake.

[color=OrangeRed]"Well, I'm not sure what a Death Knight is, but I did come with a Darion Mograine, as did my team,"[/color] he points over the dwarf's shoulder, [color=OrangeRed]"there. We're the help he brought back from Platform City."[/color] The dwarf glanced at the team and then back at Vent before nodding.

"Well, if the Death Knight, something you'll find out the meaning of soon enough, thinks you're good enough, tis good enough for me. Although ya might want ta pick up a weapon while you're here, those fists won't do much more than aggravate those Nerubians. Follow me to th' black smith where we ca' get you a proper weapon, lad." Or at least, the dwarf hoped that this was a lad, or he'd be in a world of hurt later. Vent started to object and then paused as he looked out at the beaches where the gunfire continued coming from. Perhaps being prepared wasn't such a bad thing, especially since he might not be able to megamerge right away.