[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color]

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP 
Location: The Hamlet
Word Count: 304


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[color=f26522]"Sure, I can hunt,"[/color] Agoston responded to Bowser. [color=f26522]"It is one of my many proud past times. However, where I come from, deer is the largest, toughest thing I ever killed with a bow and arrow. One time me and a group of scouts had to kill a bear, but that was more out of necessity than hunting sport. Also, I don't have a bow on me. I imagine this creature we're after is of the bizarre and supernatural variety that I have no experience with.[/color]

Centurion stared at the pigs and their speech patterns. This world is a curious one. He looked at the kind people, scanning them up and down. To be honest, some of their speech went over his head. It reminded him of direct translation from the old tongues into the modern languages.
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"Well, we are quite busy, Sir Truffleston. There's a war on, you know."[/color] He turned to his allies.  [color=f26522]"As much as I can coming to appreciate this mercenary lifestyle, our attention should remain focused on one task at a time. I say we deliver these supplies as soon as possible and make short work of whatever beast we're after. Then, we should probably focus on getting everyone regrouped to complete our goal."[/color]

Indeed, the group of warriors assembled to defeat Galeem have scattered. Their cohesion was non-existant. Centurion had seen this kind of thing before when working with sellswords- often they did as they pleased. While fortunately the heroes of this group were decidedly more good natured, they were far braver aswell and eager to go on their own adventures. Hopefully the rewards and resources they all have gathered in the meantime have been worth it. Eliminating the lieutanents of Galeem, then slaying the false god itself is their ultimate goal, afterall.