[center][h3][color=808080]Z A G R E N[/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr] [i]Belief[/i], the word meant much to him as he believed as much in himself as he did his honor above all else; Zagren felt to prove himself worthy to reclaim his place amongst his clan that he needed to prove his inner and outer strength, now to learn from others that a warrior doesn't always wear the same cloth he would earn to respect them. Foxfire's bluntness made the dragonborn guffaw a hissing chuckle after she left, he might have said the same thing. Yet the brute gave the mage a soft pat on the back, deciding to weigh-in as well after sighing amusedly [color=808080]"She right, but wrong too."[/color] he was sat next to Dullin and leaned close jabbing a finger in the middle of her chest slightly [color=808080]"It about what's here."[/color] if it weren't obvious to anyone else it was sure obvious to Dullin he meant her heart. [color=808080][i]"Conquer yourself, kill all doubts and you will defeat the fear of failure."[/i][/color] Zagren rasped to his bejeweled mage friend in draconic [color=808080][i]"The furred one is right, you must answer that question but also you must ask the question to yourself."[/i][/color] grunting as he stood the dragonborn looked between Kythor and Domic half expecting some comments in return or the short one to get up and punch him, then he followed the cat earred woman as she left. [color=808080]"You beat me,"[/color] he called to the monk [color=808080]"Come drink, warrior to warrior!"[/color] Zagren had a toothy grin on his face, heartily slapping Foxfire on the back as he caught up with the shifter.