[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zuaLiL1.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][i][b]Gesties:[/b][/i] "W-Wait!" 

The voice of the rival merc pangs out like the pain in his weakened bones. Both cracked knuckles again come around the Yeek-built bars again as the final whimper of the beasts comes to a sad end. A new revelation comes across his face as Zarif says his piece. 

"Please, Hellions. . ." He again wheezes, a dry cough from his cell while Makeen comes into sight. "My brothers and I were hired to delve this place, but a full day has come and gone. . ." As his eyes barely catch the young bronzed thief, he humbles himself before them, "Leave me in this cell! I care not!" Gathering strength he continues, "But I beg of you! Hellions. . . Tell me they yet live!"
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