[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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Esben withdrew his hand from his cloak, loosely-closed fist falling to his side. [color=b3ccff]"Of course I'm not,"[/color] he replied flatly. [color=#b3ccff]"But we don't have the luxury of time for me to [i]prove[/i] I'm not, so you'll just have to trust me."[/color] He looked over at Zeke, starting to usher off the wounded soldiers in their tow.

[color=#b3ccff]"Trust me now, and [i]keep[/i] trusting me later. Zeke alone won't be enough to keep them in one piece—without the three of you, they're dead, and he's gone. Get them and yourselves to a better spot and hold position, I shouldn't be too far behind."[/color]