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Octavio sighed, longer than necessary. [color=#dde0c7]"It appears our identities have become commonplace, whether we like it or not."[/color] 

Just who did that mysterious man think he was, continuing to grow his piecemeal band of warriors? He had thought of the man less over time, like an animal picking at a wound eventually coming to terms with its presence. The appearance of Ferris, however, brought it at the forefront of his mind again. His iron grip of control was frustrating, to say the very least.

[color=#dde0c7]"And if that section of the town is indicative of how the rest of it is faring"[/color] he added, [color=#dde0c7]"then we´re going to have to get comfortable with the possibility of combat occurring at any moment."[/color] 

Ah, yes. Surprise attacking a rogue. His sense of powerlessness was at an all time high, and he feared having to take part in more disadvantageous combat in the near future. Lagging behind the rest was not a good strategy if he wanted to survive in this horrid world.

Lynx stared quietly at the man, relieved that Sil had found another subject to torment.