[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=lightblue]"You might want to explain the 'somehow got away with it.'  I want to hear the long version."[/color]  Snow scoffed.  The man didn't realize anything and his complete lack of taking this seriously only made Snow all the more condemning and convinced that this man was a liar.  A liar, a coward, a spy.  Offering up anything in order to save his own skin when faced with certain death.  Its the only thing that made sense.

[color=lightblue]"You'd attack us one against four only if you were foolish.  If you weren't you would lie your way into our ranks to stab us in the back, or maybe figure out where everyone who survived would be flocking too, and then report back on their defenses.  Confess.  I dont believe for a second you were just let go.  An entire town of innocents slaughtered.  You meet one of their deathknights in combat, teeth at your throat and just allowed walk away.  I've seen men betray countrymen for worse things then their life.  Now tell us the truth."[/color]  The man was already injured and he's fought those with swords before.  Snow was confident.  He had more to lose and more to fight for.  

Then he addressed Axley, and her response was nearly an explosion.  The two of them bickering like some kind of married couple.  Snow let the end of the staff hit the ground.  This made things that much more complicated.  They had a history, and Axley reluctantly seemed to vouch for him after their diatribe.

Snow remained unconvinced going to Ferguson and Cilia.  [color=lightblue]"I dont like it."[/color]  His eyes still on him incase he went for Axley for whatever reason.  [color=lightblue]"The only thing that makes sense is that he is a spy.  It even checks out with his profession.  Fighting for coin over duty.  He might not even realize it.  I've seen the dark magics the Deathknights can employ.  It can infect the mind, bring madness to those whom even speak to those enchanted.  Still...  the shared history between Axley will make abandoning him or dispatching him all the more difficult.  And he is still alive.  The last thing we need is conflict among the living.  Regardless, we would be wise to keep your hands on your weapons, and keep him in our sights."[/color]

Snow castigated the sale sword whom remained on edge and the ready entire time.  Snow sighed. 
 He didn't like him.  He didn't like this.  [color=lightblue]"Life must be given a chance... Snow Sparrow.  Away with your weapon."[/color]