[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3643/5650 SP: 460/460
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As the battle ended, Amulak relaxed, slumping slightly in his hiding spot. That had been more of a pain in the ass than he'd been expecting, really. Judging by what the others were saying, they wanted to take a quick break, and really, he was all for it. Being two thousand mana above where he was at right now sounded better than going into another fight at nearly a half tank and with half the party nearly dead. 

The loot the party dropped was more or less what he'd expected. Raime was right. Either these guys were actual supply runners or they'd just performed the group's duties for them. Either way, the party was technically doing their jobs, so, mission accomplished. 

[color=2E8B57][b][i]"I will meet you all at inn."[/i][/b][/color] Amulak communicated telepathically to Leif through Weishaupt. 
[color=2E8B57][b][i]"Also, go fuck yourself. I am supposed to know random samurai can absorb magic? You are definitely in Africa and not Thai red light district, my friend."[/i][/b][/color]