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Percival - [Variant - Intermediate], Educated [Lord], Wanted By [The Emerald Slavers - West Empire] - f7941d
Xian-Fu - [Beast] - ed1c24

[color=f7941d]"Mmmm?"[/color] Percival hummed, just in time to turn around and see the new joiners, his gaze going over each of them in turn. [color=f7941d]"Ah, more reinforcements. Capital!"[/color] He said, first focused on [b]Talos[/b]' gargantuan stature. [color=f7941d]"You would have made a hell of a grenadier for sure."[/color] He nodded to himself, leaning in towards the giant. [color=f7941d]"The forefront seems to be the ideal place for you, as shock value shouldn't be ignored, yes, yes."[/color]

His gaze slowly shifted to [b]Astra[/b], the woman in the skin-tight suit. [color=f7941d]"You seem to agree about our friend here. Now, about me taking the rear..."[/color] Percival allowed his hunting rifle to rest under his arm and atop his forearm. With his free hands, he opened the flap of the leather satchel he carried at his side, producing a smoking pipe and placing the bit between his lips. [color=f7941d]"... I have no problem with it, if you are [i]sure[/i]."[/color] A match was struck, the pipe coming alight with plumes of smoke leaving the corner of his lips every once in a while, his tone charged with meaning

[color=f7941d]"Hah! An archer!"[/color] The lord exclaimed in good spirits to [b]Alexander[/b], a smile present on his lips. [color=f7941d]"Archery does run in the blood of both my countrymen and ancestors. It bring back memories with my grand old time with the Zulus, yes. Arrows didn't fare too well against canister shot, a pity for them."[/color] He laughed, positioning himself at the rear of the group. [b]Xian-Fu[/b], who had only observed, did the exact same.