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[color=ed1c24]“Those Boars look strong, I wanna fight them!”  [/color]

Triss wasted no time, declaring her choice with a spark in her eyes. The thrill of battle and the urge to push her strength to its edge fueled her decision.

Usually, she would charge down the heroic path, rescuing lost children from shadowy tunnels, cutting down monsters, and celebrating with a hearty pint on the way back. But this time, she knows her bulky armor would only slow her in the tight, damp, twisting corridors. The optics do not favor her for this quest. Which, in perspective, is a failed result.

Instead, she decides to play to her strengths.

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“I have no patience for lawbreakers. The law exists for a reason and must be upheld. No one is above it. Order is everything. Maybe those Belua never learned the city's ways,”[/color] declared the steadfast Gladiator dwarf, pondering what had gone wrong in that corner of the city. Maybe the officers there had simply stopped caring. Perhaps it's time to reeducate those gangsters and bring justice to the land. 

[color=ed1c24]“Hey there, Gloomy one and shy slithery friend,”[/color] Triss greeted Hector from a far.  

[color=ed1c24]“Can't help but to notice you and i are picking the same quest. Perhaps you could use some muscle going into that lawless land. The name’s Triss.” [/color]The dwarven gladiator extended her hand.

[@The Irish Tree]