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[sub][h3][color=0071C8][i]The Camp[/i][/color] - [color=Silver][i]Interacting with [@Polaris North][/i][/color][/h3][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	He shrugged at the comment about the Knights. Reputation aside, there was so much confusion around them that the gravity of the situation hadn't really settled in for any of them. Those used to the cruelty of the world, like the experienced stature of the Orc and his faint words, were quick to set their priorities into motion. Hjadana was more or less understanding of their confusion, as he was too himself. The camp was a mess, however, and a much needed direction was yet to be cast upon the adventurers, knights and survivors of the apocalyptic purge. He waved his hand in the air to waft away the deadened silence between him and the orc, who identified himself as Azgrul in conversation with the merchant. Truthfully, the half-elf wasn't that interested until he heard a very homely keyword leak from his low-toned lips.[/color]

[color=0071C8][b]"A Slayer?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Taken slightly aback by the revelation, he whispered only to himself. To see such a figure from his homeland, one in which he held a little resentment for in partiality to their role in Ludrix Nacht's successful rebellion and rise to power, a move which ultimately broke apart his family livestock. His expression drowned itself for a second before he recomposed himself back to the chipper-tune, keeping his own personal history on the side.[/color] [color=0071C8][b]"Couldn't get away from the blasted past, could we?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	When Azgrul's attention was finally drawn away from the merchant, he quickly silenced himself and returned to the happy-go-lucky attitude he'd shown so far. Spectating the bustle of the knights held much to be desired, but their position had already been thought of previously. Azgrul's judgement wasn't from a place of falsehood yet it carried the heart of a survivor over one who'd lived a different life. He waited for him to be back by his side before he chimed in on the manner.[/color]

[color=0071C8][b]"Their minds may be in the wrong place but this seems very out of proportion to what a mere knight might seem accustomed to, now wouldn't you say?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He began with a soft-yet-suave tone, letting his words flow fluently like a river. During his talk, he continued to twirl the stick between his fingers.[/color] [color=0071C8][b]"We can't all be survivalists. Give them a day, and they'll be back in their places, maybe. If not, then doomed-be-them, for they're failing their duties. A duty which, might I add, is not under our supposed call to arms, is it?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	The tap to his shoulder came at a quiet surprise. The gesture towards the sudden appearance of the King caught him off guard rather quickly. He dropped the stick, losing his flow on the dexterous twirl, and frowned to himself at the slip up. In turn, he followed Azgrul's hand toward the great figure. Surely enough, he looked almost as he'd expected. There was an ounce and a half of honour running through his veins, and his appearance amongst the people, as well as his patience, spoke volumes of their employer. A matter of circumstance seemed to have placed Hjadana in the right spot for the right line of work, lest he were continue to wander alone and asunder from his home and people.[/color]

[color=0071C8][b]"Well, oh well, this is sure to be interesting."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Quick to pay attention, he put the image of the elven girl to the side, though it still lingered. Someone of such relevance to himself had caught him under the umbrella of interest, but he dared not to speak a word of such thoughts until he was sure of where they were headed.[/color]