[indent][indent]From within the confines of the old, crumpled little lockbox are some relatively modern armaments -- No doubt gathered equipment from any number of the blue little cretins raids on more civilized folk. Even so, they won't be needing it any longer.[/indent][/indent]
[b][center]Makeen receives Bronze Sickle Sword!
Makeen receives Bronze Crossbow![/center][/b]
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The man by now is rightly upon his rear, both bruised palms laying down across that cool sandstone. Surprise is written across his furrowed brow, not only is a mere child sending a fright through him, but the boy's peerless just as the rest of the Hellions. He gathers some willfulness, seeing now the cell door is open and Makeen is busy enamored with the spoils of war, the Scorpion nearly rises to for a dash. Only for the gentle clopping of Salador's hooves to halt him yet again. Even more frightening perhaps for the unarmed loud mouth was that lance, oozing the putrid blood of Yeeks. 

[i][b]Gesties:[/b][/i] "H-Hellion, that is my equipment there you've pilfered. . ." He says straightening himself out. "Would you lot afford me the pity of allowing me to join your incursion further in, that I may again meet with my brothers?" He can't help but add with a stammer, "You know that Shulaar's Band would do the same for you! [i]Even if we're dreadful foes. . .[/i]"[/indent][/indent]