[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=6ecff6]"Now hold on,"[/color] a bead of sweat trickling down his brow Gabriel sheathed his rapier after wiping it down with a cloth from his belt,  a huff escaped him as he made his way over glaring at Brutrumukk [color=6ecff6]"As a man of the sword I must object to this, we owe this..."[/color] he glanced askance at Tavaler [color=6ecff6]"Gentleman?"[/color] the half-elf shrugged [color=6ecff6]"Anyways, we owe him nothing nor he us. We helped him through no gain of our own."[/color]

Gabriel crossed his arms [color=6ecff6]"I will not sully my honor as a swordsman, we will ask nothing in return."[/color]