[color=gold]'' They're guests!''[/color]

[color=chocolate]'' No one is on board. Someone in this town poisoned them and I was the only survivor! I've come seeking revenge for my fellow traders''[/color]


[color=FAD271][center][h2]Prince Tol Anzi-de Carragua[/h2][/center][/color]
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And this was what made Prince Tol plant his foot, then completely change directions on the spot, suddenly charging back toward Marcus and Val. His hand was on his blade now as he screeched, [color=FAD271]"Guests? Guests that LIE? I see conflict in these words now-- are you headed home or seeking REVENGE?!"[/color] Slowing his walk, Prince Tol officially Drew His Blade-- it unsheathed with a slight glow, being obviously enchanted somehow. [color=FAD271]"One of you mus explain. Right now. Why I shouldn't begin dissecting YOU, [i]TRADER[/i], for the truth written in your blood,"[/color] Prince Tol demanded rather... calmly. The change in his demeanor conflicted with the fact he'd halted and taken a fighting stance.

In the distance, that Royal Guard smacked their helmeted face with an armored palm, and spurred their horse to catch up with the group. They shouted, [b]"Prince Tol, by the gods, if you harm that man not even His Majesty will take pity on you!"[/b]