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This is was probably the first time Siris had been called Stout, he took it as proof that his strength was finally beginning to be noticed. Looking to further prove his strength, Siris loudly yells towards Ashür, seemingly interrupting his and Iddin’s conversation.

[i][b]Siris:[/b][/i] [i] “Hey Ashür, instead of keeping an eye out would it be alright if I just went downstairs and finished the rest of the enemies by myself? It’d be faster!”[/i]  

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[i][b]Ashür:[/b][/i] [i]"Siris"[/i] He calmly proclaims with  wary look [i]"I relish the day to see all that confidence drain from your eyes, but it won't be this day. . ."[/i]

He winces as Iddin goes to work on Ashür's wounds 

[i][b]Ashür:[/b][/i] [i]"Keep what little wits you've got about you and stand guard."[/i]

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[i][b]Siris:[/b][/i] [i] “No need to be such an ass about it" [/i] Siris mutters before taking a seat on the first stair of the staircase and begins to take a look at his injuries

 
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[center][sub][i]Siris stays on 25-11 [/i][/sub][/center]