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[h1][Color=#00FFFF]Mikhail Xudriess[/color][/h1]
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[@AClockworkEd][@Maverick Six][@Moonberry]


Mikhail chuckled, [Color=#00FFFF]“Hell yeah I can call you a cultist. Even if you’re a loner cultist.”[/color] The elf doubled down on his comment. There was a strong possibility that he was wrong, dead wrong. However, his words felt correct and with enough conviction [Persuasion F] he could twist reality how he wanted.

The bard turned to Aleris with a smirk, [Color=#00FFFF]“the gods are taking pity on my crew. Does a cultist like yourself believe in fate?”[/color] He questioned the man with a wry smile. [Color=#00FFFF]“I’m sure you believe in divine intervention at the least.”[/color] He poked some fun with his comment.

When the man asked about whether they could be trusted, Mikhail shrugged. [Color=#00FFFF]“Honestly probably not, however with the storm raging. This is a gamble I’m willing to bet on. We wronged some pretty powerful people meaning they’re not gonna wait long to execute my crew. Time isn’t a luxury we can afford. It’s tonight or never. Either we get that ship and sail away or die.”[/color] Mikhail smiled, he would slap the back of Aleris’s back with his cyborg arm. [Color=#00FFFF]“But something tells me. The devil’s luck is on ourside.”[/color]