[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] The merchant chuckled a bit more loudly than he otherwise would have, watching the priest scold the rude Sirus, though admittedly, he wasn't being scolded for giving them the cold shoulder. Even so, it was nice to, if only for a moment, laugh a little, and ignore that they were in a very dark, very dangerous hold in the ground, potentially surrounded by enemies. 

Letting out a brief after-laugh sigh, Zarif un-strung the arrow from his bow, pulled back out his short spear, and proceeded down the hall after Sirus, hanging back a bit due to his lighter armor. 

[center][sub][i]Zarif moves 4 tiles north-west to 13-13 [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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