[color=6ecff6][center][h2]Tulvar[/h2][/center][/color]

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Tulvar smirked, looking down at the cocky little Imperial both figuratively and literally. He was at least half a foot taller than the man and broader by a considerable margin.
[color=6ecff6]"Children, eh? Bold words for a man who was suckling his mother's teet while I wiped the blood of highwaymen from my face."[/color]
He chuckled, amused at Adrian's overconfidence, and turned to Flavia expectantly.
[color=6ecff6]"I'm ready to move out on your order."[/color]

He may have seemed the type to bristle at the idea of taking orders, but he'd been around long enough and been with enough mercenary groups to see things fall apart when one hothead thinks he should go off on his own. Admittedly, Tulvar used to be that hothead. He'd since mellowed with age, seemingly by the grace of Mara herself, and reserved his rebellious tendencies for when a group leader was acting like a daft cunt.