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Don's brow furrowed in thought as Enli spoke, carefully considering the man's words... From what he could tell, the man that stood before him was both knowledgeable and wise, but the years had clearly not been kind to Enli-- and even the most stalwart souls would slowly erode under the countless stresses of leadership. As Enli sat and waved to dismiss the two men, Don stepped forward placing a large hand firmly upon Enli's shoulder. His burly frame towered over that of the other man, the incandescent rays of midday sun reflecting off the top of the emblem that peeked out Donovan's shirt. For a moment, it seemed almost as if the silver star had ignited to life; casting stripes of silver and white across the surrounding room, its luster illuminating Don's expression of unshakable determination.

His words in that moment; though quiet, almost seemed to carry a rumble in their wake, [color=lightgreen][b]"Stay strong Enleh. By Suthain-- aye swear to yah that we'll see to et that yer people are safe... An' that whatever shite Iva’Krorh es plannin'll be dead in et's tracks."[/b][/color]

Giving the man a grateful nod, Don followed Nick out the door and into the town. Upon hearing Nick's plan, Don would shake his head in disagreement. [color=lightgreen]"Runnin' outtah daylight lad, no time tah track em down... As fer armor-- aye seen what they got ere, an aye think we'd ave better luck with tha' trader... But, if yah can make et quick, you go find em an see what they can tell yah. Aye'll get us some armah."[/color]

Regardless of Nick's decision, Don would make his way to the trader's tent and approach one of the masked employees, [color=lightgreen]"Oi."[/color] he spoke firmly, [color=lightgreen]"How much'd two gambehsons run meh?"[/color]