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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Village on the outskirts of Roshmi
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Apex Sunburn] Scathael[hr]

[color=FFCB86]“Wow, what a shithole!”[/color] Mari’s voiced first impression of the village they’d stepped into was not far off in Thraash’s opinion, though it hardly bothered him enough for him to mention it. Thraash had found himself in several spots like this one before he joined up with Mari. Villages like this made for excellent hideaways as a spare room was typically cheap if one lacked the funds for an inn or refused to shell more amas than necessary to enable the corruption of Avalian society. To think it was places like this one that held the most honesty. The big cities that were once kingdoms were nothing but King Zanithel’s decorated trophies of war. The peace and good order were but a veil that shrouded the blade that would plunge into those who even thought of going against the king’s grand design. 

[color=FFCB86]"To be honest, I know he's in this village, but I dunno where exactly...Hehe…  But don't worry. I got this."[/color] Mari’s assurance only brought forth a scowl as he felt he knew what she was thinking.

[color=ff681f]“You’re gonna-”[/color] 

[color=FFCB86]“SCATHAEL! HEY SCATHAEL!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, [i]BOY![/i]”[/color] Thraash winced as Mari’s voice boomed through the village.

[color=ff681f]“- yell. How ‘bout you warn a dragonborn next time?!”[/color] Thraash snapped. [color=ff681f]“Your vocals are ass so I could’ve at least added some flame effects or somethin’.”[/color] Thraash shook his head after he had added to the complaints made by some of the villagers who were irritated as well. As annoying as it was, however, it worked. The guy the two were searching for actually decided to respond. 

[color=ff681f][i]But he don’t look or sound happy… Then again, what dark elf does? You’d swear they lost the damn war![/i][/color]

[color=ff681f]“Oh we’ve got work for you, alright,”[/color] Thraash answered as he walked to the gate. [color=ff681f]“But I’m not too sure if some small-time village handy-elf is up for it. Mari, this guy’s probably never even [i]seen[/i] a warforged. He’s gonna give our tin can a baby arm… And not the kind you’re thinking, Scathael. Not judging.”[/color] 

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