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[center][h3]Edgar Fischer[/h3][/center]

Edgar's sneer wasn't for show. The human, now identified as Quinn, didn't just smell like a pig. He smelled like he'd never known a bath in his life. But what got his attention was that the dwarf drew his weapons. He had full intentions of killing. Edgar was about to return the killing intent in kind when he realized that the human chose bare knuckle brawling over a weapon. Unfortunately for the smelly human he had no intention of fighting him bare handed while his bigoted dwarf companion had his weapons at the ready. Not that he had the intention to fight the man fairly. He wasn't a white knight from a child's fairytale. 

[color=slategray]"Your friend shown his willingness to die by drawing his weapons."[/color] He unsheathes his rapier. [color=slategray]"You? I'll try to avoid your vital bits."[/color] Just as he brandishes his blade, by stroke of bad luck, the tip of the blade lodges itself to a chair's leg. Hindering his initial ability to act and likely putting him dead last to act as he wedges the sword's tip off the chair.


{Initiative roll: 4}