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[indent][indent][i][b]Etor:[/b][/i] Traveling on Salador was a dream come true. A dream that was actually harder to stay on then previously perceived and that let out the occasion fart accompanied with a moist plop on the ground behind it. None of that mattered to Etor. He was excited to be on Salador, brushing the beast's coat with his fingers and at the same time intently understanding Zarif's words. If one could see him one would think he was talking notes to be tested on how well he knew the members of the hellions. His father had always told him to enjoy the moments leading into battle as they are "the building blocks to victory", but his father was also ambushed and brutally murdered, so Etor learned to stay vigilant on his own.

[i][b]Etor:[/b][/i] [i]"Thank you for the ride. I'll back you up! No problem."[/i]

Etor is always carrying his bronze longspear as he has no place to store it. He awkwardly  motions a ready position to let Zarif know he's all set for whatever may come.

[center][sub][i]Etor is let down from Salador on [b]14-24[/b], right behind Zarif.[/i][/sub][/center]
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