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[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
[b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Everyone[b]
[color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] 

[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Gliding Cloak (purchased)
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] dark brown trousers, sleeveless leather jerkin, leather bracers, red scarf, and sturdy leather boots
[color=Peru]Gold Balance:[/color] 5GP 
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] His pockets
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=tan]Malikendor of the Shifting Sands[/color][/b]
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From the tavern to the docks, Malik walked alongside his ragtag group of companions. It might have been hard for anyone to notice, but he made sure to get a mental headcount to ensure everyone had reunited safely. The lead had been acquired and the two hours granted had come to a close. In the time after the purchase of the needed metal, Malik took the time he had left to check some of the equipment stored in the bag of holding at the tavern. Though not filling, he snacked on the rations kept in the bag. He could have used the five gold pieces he had left for something warm to eat, but he felt better saving it. 

[color=peru][i]How did Minerva acquire so much gold with what was left by Wendel?[/i][/color] Malik had wondered while sifting through the bag, but the more he wondered, the less he desired to know. He was very well aware of Minerva’s moral ambiguity, and in a place like this, she was bound to commit some spree of chaos. Still, her methods were tempting when faced with little to spend with. Malik could have asked to be compensated for covering the costs of others, but mentioning it felt unneeded.

The pier the group set on was a stubborn thing, remaining sturdy despite its crooked form. At the end of it, lounged the three pirates who had escorted them to Prince Dane’s chambers just this morning. Malik barely paid them any mind, already prepared to filter out most of what Beckett would say for the information most valuable to him. There was also the vessel behind him to take into account. 

[color=tan]“Mercy,”[/color] he thought aloud but too quiet to note. It was a nearly worthless thing by the look of it, but it was theirs to trust on the open seas. He scowled at the vessel, knowing Prince Dane offered it with a wicked grin. 

His attention returned to Beckett once he tipped over the crate and revealed the captive within. Malik’s eyes were glued to the goblin, named Trin. The look of his sorry state softened Malik’s expression, as he found himself staring at a tangible reminder of the kind of cruelty harbored in Port Verge. 

With Beckett still a voice in the background, Malik stepped forward, his gaze affixed on the glowing mark the goblin attempted to poorly cover. His mouth opened to speak, but he stopped himself… He winced as he heard a disembodied shriek only he could hear. It was unintelligible, but he felt the intent of it. 

He was being ordered to stop. [/color]