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

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP 
Location: Lumbridge, Land of Adventure
Word Count: 332


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	Agoston nodded at Geralt after a moment. [color=f26522]"Greetings, Geralt. Silver and steel. Monster slaying. Fascinating stuff- there's so many stories in this room it boggles the mind. In my world, the creatures feel utterly mundane compared to the magic beasts of other lands. Though I suppose you and other people probably feel the same way about the things living in your lands. Still, I suppose that's what nights like tonight are for; to regale each other of tales from distant and alien places."[/color]

	He laughed heartily as Poppi made a brief appearence. [color=f26522]"That one's name is Poppi. Friendly enough- and more courageous than they look."[/color] After a moment he caught a glance of one of the delicious meals being prepared. [color=f26522]"If you'll excuse me a moment- I'm famished."[/color]

	Finding something familiar, he picked a plate of potatoes, steak, and vegetables. Clearly the Centurion knew the meals required to keep a warrior going, though he pondered if perhaps his dietary requirements would change now that he was...different. Hopefully he wound return to normal after all this was over- he surely didn't mind the power up but it didn't feel right to be all white, and red, bright eyes and sharper teeth. People back home wouldn't know what to think of him, and Agoston couldn't blame them. Spotting an empty seat, he spotted Linkle and Ryu. They were both looking over various objects, like a reward. Ryu seemed much healthier. The difference was obvious- the martial artist was no longer under Galeem's control. Grinning cheerily, he set his plate down and stomped over.

	[color=f26522]"Ryu, it's good to see you again! Especially now that you seem more yourself."[/color] He turned his gaze toward Linkle. "[color=f26522]Did you best him in combat and free him from his control? An astonishing feat, for sure!"[/color] It was good to see. Even though the scale of Galeem's conquest was unimaginable, slowly but steadily they would chip away at his control. One soul at a time.