[center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5125823][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LmY1MzUwMC5UV0Z5Y205amF3LCwuMA,,/october-crow.regular.png[/img][/url][/center] Marrock's eyes squinted with suspicion while his mind was fast at work calculating their odds of success should they take the king up on his offer. One by one, his fellows made their pledges, each willing to traverse the unknown to spill blood for their freedom. When your lifespan is ever expansive, it becomes all the more alluring when possibility for excitement reveals itself. Maybe they could beat this alleged evil that is too powerful for the king's unholy knights. Or maybe they will fall in a blaze of glory. Either way, the possibilities promised not to be boring. "[color=f7976a]Alright,[/color]" came the low rumble once more. "[color=f7976a]Screw it. I, Marrock, the Sin of Pride, have nothing better to do.[/color]"