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Even post combat his gaze had darkened dramatically, old hatreds and resentment bubbling to the surface. If only there had been more bandits to the ambush instead of just the small force they had met. Such a group would have been but a fraction of what awaiting them and the fight served only to delay them. 

He wiped the blood on his blade off on the shirt of one of the bandits he had killed. Indrau slammed it back into the sheath somewhat more forcefully than was called for. He needed something to distract him, for a moment at least. He limped over to stand by Tyeathe, aided by his walking stick.

"I can scarcely believe that I used to yearn for this, but now I do it because it's all I know. How have you kept yourself going through all of these years?"

[@Raineh Daze]