[center][h2][color=b5a0d2]Steffen Gravinir[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
After some minutes of recollection, Steffen gathered what was necessary to approach the main group. And he promptly lost it again once the deceased man were dropped in front of the group, but this time for the opposite reason. The tidal wave of emotions that he tried hard to keep down and away slowly slid back into the ocean, leaving a cold raised eyebrows in response to the corpse. 

It's these folks. It's these beyond the pale folks. The Golden Boars. Infamous for being nature's mistake. It wasn't enough that there were essentially no redeeming quality to these cults disguised as a mercenary company, but Steffen had the horrible misfortune of being on the other end of their blade, and having once helplessly seen their sickening deeds towards his own compatriots back in the dark days, he felt a dull but altering burning sensation in his chest, but the Ingvarr kept it within himself as he looked at the colorful group of mercenaries. 

[color=b5a0d2]"Where did you find this man?"[/color] He looked at Alette, but directed the question at no one mercenary in particular. [color=b5a0d2]"If they're responsible for this mess, they might not have gone too far."[/color]

Or they might still even be in the vicinity, hiding, listening. If so, good. He wanted to kill every single one of them, and his only disappointment would be he could only do it once.

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