[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]


Dalious listened to them all speak.  Fyr talked something about becoming friends and he rose an eyebrow.  [Color=steelblue] "... awkward," [/color] he whispered toward Cicero as Gwyn finished up healing his foot.  

The pirate stretched the foot, felt it and smiled.  It was as if it had never happened, simply amazing in his mind.  He was one to hate magic, mostly in terms of combat, but he fully appreciated healing powers.  [Color=steelblue]"Gwyn...you heal almost as good as you look... Anyways, I think we need to go that way though I'm not exactly sure.  Only way I've never been...[/color]

As his foot felt better he started limping toward the direction he thought they should all go.  His mind went back to what the newcomer in the mask, Ashe, had said.  Something about Manzur taking money in advance for training then ditching them.  He remembered Cicero claiming the knocked out guy, who he took the spear he was currently carrying, was named Manzur.  It all connected somewhat in his mind.  Except that the spear spoke...

[Color=steelblue]"Hmmm...some people are just shit outta luck,"[/color] he spoke to Ashe.  [color=steelblue]"But not you...this was his spear.  And...since we're all...friends... I'll take up Manzur's claim since his spear belongs to me now.  I will train you young one in anything you do desire.  Though, I don't think you'll need a mask for such training.  Also...thank you for not killing me.  You've passed my first lesson....which is...you know, exactly that."[/color]