[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] Zarif waited for the soldier's response... and waited some more. The merchant blushed, he was certain the swordsman had heard him. The place was damn quiet besides the tinkling of their armor and their echoing footsteps. 

The awkward silence was broken by the Prist walking up from behind. In his determined, confident tone, he too called out for Siris... and was also ignored. Zarif was not the closest of friends with the strange zealot, but their shared indignity made look over at him and smile awkwardly at the man, and shrug. 

[b]Zarif:[/b] What an asshole...

[center][sub][i]Zarif moves 1 tile north to 10-16 [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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