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Fabios Odyssean

Location: Ancient Forest???

“I thought as much.” The Paladin stated, giving a cursory glance at the woman's tattoos. They were interesting, but not his sort of thing. “Back home I never seen our Dwarves with them, although they're now culturally very Kul’Tiran. As for the Tauren… well I don't have time to pay attention when cutting the vile things in two. Regardless, good to know. I have a feeling we're going to be travelling together for quite some time.” It was a grim foreshadowing but something in his gut told him it was the case.

As Heda named herself Fabios gave the Vrykul another glance with an up raised eyebrow. 
“Keepers… Which ones?” in truth he was not particularly interested in that, but it was a polite interest that again could be useful depending on how things went for the Knight. 

However an answer was not forthcoming for apparently something was the matter. Fabios cursed himself for letting his guard down, muttering expletives about his age. Elves were coming, Night Elves who were supposed to be now on his side, right? From how they were riding at speed it seemed he was wrong. Round two you knife earred bastards. No, as much as they had gotten away with vile things blind violence and vengeance meant he would end up as a more pathetic variant of Prince Menethil. The man rifled through his memory for Darnassian syntax and vocabulary knowing he would never really get the accents right and ignoring that. “Ishnu dal dieb.” he shouted to the riders. Yet though peace was well and good it didn't always succeed, so as an insurance policy he unclipped his holsters to draw a pistol from. Nice things they were made long ago by some Dwarven immigrants in old Theramore. Like the usual work of the bearded folk they were reliable, accurate, (comparatively) light and would take down a rhino. But he had only two. He looked over to Heda and waved a few circles with the firearm in his right hand. “You might want to err… unshrink if this doesn't work. Them panthers are quick but they have a surprising heft to them that will probably get you torn up quick if you stay like that.”

Turning back the elven riders he closed his eyes to out, in, and out again hoping that his tongue wouldn't fail him again. Perhaps to even his odds regardless if speaking or fighting he called upon the Light for Inner Fire upon himself and Heda hoping that it would not fail him. “I am glad we have stumbled into you, graceful warriors! Me and my travelling friend are lost, I would be most honoured if you could guide us to the nearest settlement for I think we have been on plains quite some time and you are the first people we have seen.” with that said, the next moment would be crucial in deciding if he would have to kill these elves or not.
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