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[b][color=00CED1]"Well Jukati of Oni, you are correct. Correct, right, true. There isn't anything stopping me from robbing you blind in the middle of the night. However this applies regardless of whether I am with you or not, and I would think I am more likely to rob you if I weren't allied with you. It really comes down to weighing advantages vs disadvantages."[/color][/b] Rafiq explained as they held up two hands, motioning with them as if they were scales. [b][color=00CED1]"On the one hand, if I steal from you while allied with you, I am losing your protection and gaining a new enemy. But if I am not allied with you, I lose nothing by stealing from you."[/color][/b] They snickered as they said this, their laughter shaking their form slightly as they thought of the scenario. It was really quite funny. 

[b][color=00CED1]"But I would never steal from a friend, never ever! To bite the hand that feeds, quite foolish. Foolish, stupid, idiotic."[/color][/b] If Rafiq were taller or Jukata shorter, this likely would have been the point where they wrapped an arm around Jukata's shoulders, treating them as a good friend. [b][color=00CED1]"Please, think on my offer. We have plenty of time-"[/color][/b] Their speech came to a halt as their ears twitched, a dawning look of realization present on their face. [b][color=00CED1]"Well, perhaps not that much time. I trust you can handle yourself though."[/color][/b] A distant splashing echoed through the lagoon, slow, footsteps of a distant group. They halted for a moment, only to speed up as they got closer. Looks like someone had found the various trails of carnage, all leading here.
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Anyone with a superior olfactory senses could probably smell them from a mile coming, the smell of wet fur mixed with iron and filth. Multiple directions, multiple tunnels, multiple patrols. Werewolves poured into the lagoon from all sides, four patrols of five all wielding spears and swords, all snarling at the prisoners who would dare leave their cells. [b]"You bastards! Who the hell said you could leave your cells huh?!"[/b] One of the wolf men snarled, a dog wearing ragged clothing and carrying a sword in less than decent condition. One of the leaders obviously, considering most of them weren't wearing any clothing and their weapons looked like they were one bad swing away from falling apart due to rust.

It was at this moment that Rafiq patted Jukati on the thigh, the highest place they could reach, before slowly fading out of view. [b][color=00CED1]"I'm afraid I am very useless when it comes to fighting. Useless, inadequate, weak. I'll leave that kind of thing to you."[/color][/b] 

[b]"Hey get the hell back here! Get em men!"[/b] And with little warning, the werewolves sprung into action. They aren't coordinated by any means, but they're certainly well trained enough to not get in each other's way. Seems like their pack mentality made them perfect for patrolling and fighting in groups.