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"Hmmmmm..." He sat on his throne watching, studying the young girl of her words and actions for a better understanding of the Dwarrow.

"You speak of killing as if it were... commonplace to you. I will say this once to you and you will listen to my words... Killing is an art form, it has to be refined through experience and practice for it to be... exceptional. Learn from others and look from their skills and mistakes so your art may be less heedless in your future endeavors." The Tower spoke calmly and low but loud enough for those nearby to hear and heed his words.

"Wise words......You have my admiration." Geimhreadh gave The Black Tower of Sauron a courtly bow. "It always vexes me when these humans believe they can outflank their Dark Masters."

"Grim, but cute!"

She stared at Charlotte, "You seem interesting, though, I should probably stay clear of you. There are many interesting people out there, but you seem a bit odd. Though, my opinion doesn't matter, I feel the need to tell you." She kept staring with a blank face before leaving into a forest.

“Hmm...That’s a first, that I’ve seen that...” The hired gun/thief brushes her hair off her shoulder. “I must say you seem prepared to deal with troublesome conditions...But oddities of their own are everywhere...Each of us are an oddity in our own, young one...But nonetheless...I suppose it wouldn’t matter much. I can see us possibly working together...but I still doubt it. So...that’s my first impression.”

"Is it a rat?" He briefly looked puzzled then sneered, "It looks like it has a rats tail hanging in front of its face."

Quill looks up at the man standing in front of her. “Mister you are very rude!” she starts, “You are talking to a beautiful lady, and yet you call her a rat!” She stomps on the man’s foot before running back a little bit.

“You’re a cute little quill! Let’s hang out!”

Neiko blows a little kiss. "I don't know you but I think we might be fate. Wanna catch a movie sometime?" he says with a pout and bats his eyelashes.

“Well you seem nice enough even if you come off as a incorrigible flirt.” Sybil eyed him cautiously. She never was good with warming up to strangers.

"U-um, I'm not sure what to say, but it's nice to meet you. I think you're a bit impressive...no, strong? I hope you're doing well."

"Man-Thing, I am Lord Tretch The Brave, I can teach-show you have to be brave-like me-me." As he was speaking an earthquake happened causing the Skaven to immediately run away far into a hole that led into the caverns deep below in the earth for he was a Craven in the end.

The old gunslinger watched the diminutive, rat-like being skitter away with a cool mixture of amusement and contempt dancing in his golden eyes. The faintest hint of a lopsided grin tugged at his lips. The ‘earthquake’ had been little more than a tremor - no doubt caused by some arcane meddling going on nearby. Small-time sorcerers looking to tear apart the earth itself in order to bring them wealth or luxury. But it was not they with whom he was concerned at this moment.

”’Lord Tretch the Brave indeed.” He muttered sardonically, brows knotting ever so faintly as he added ”Mayhap ’Tretch’ is short for something else?” This was in fact a passing attempt at humor, though one of dubious success.

”I WISH TO CONSUME THE RAT-CREATURE.”

The voice, guttural and liquid, came gurgling out from beneath his loosely draped cloak only a beat before the source - a pair of soulless, glowing cyan eyes gaped out from where the thing was perched upon the knight’s shoulder. Adelaard did not seem at all put-off or even startled by the sudden presence of this abominable monster, which seemed to be made of velveteen liquid shadow and teeth. ”IF I GO NOW, I CAN STILL CATCH AND SLAY IT.”

”Nay, Brother, stand easy...” The knight drawled patiently, voice as dry as his humor. ”Contemptible as yon critter may be, cowardice and braggartry are not offenses to be punished by death.”

The thing grumbled - the sound of heaving stones at the bottom of a well clogged with crude oil. His own eyes still passively watching the place where the rat-being had disappeared into, the knight reached up a distracted hand and patted Aaeion on what passed for his head. Terrible, glowing eyes shifted slightly, and somehow gave the impression of ‘begrudging acceptance ’ without actually changing shape.

”BUT I H U N G E R…” He said in an uncannily plaintive tone - which, as with his eyes, impossibly conveyed nuance without any real change.

”O, ye of depthless appetite, do not despair.” Adelaard replied, a sort of weightlessness in the prose, almost as though feigning exasperation. Nevertheless, he seemed vaguely distracted. ”For the earth is ripe with the fruit of cruelty, of which thee might sup to thy heart’s desire.”

"Goes on a bit doesn't he?" But she blew him a kiss anyway.

“Yeah, I agree.” I say to Serianna as I drain the last of my scotch on the rocks. “You seem cool.” I said to Serianna as I ordered another drink.

"First person and third person references, obviously a split personality!" The crow eyed him suspiciously.

Such a magnificent creature must be obviously be the embodiment of her ancestors, sent to watch over her and guide her on her journeys. "Spirit! Show Rivka the way!" screeched the goblin, offering it a shiny and pretty pebble she'd picked up recently.

“You appear to be at a... lesser... stage of evolution.”

"Such an odd thing you are."

Atlas tilted his head, the android carefully observed the girl infront of him, his golden pupils shrunk and spun in an almost unnoticeable way as his gaze locked on with curiousity. "Interesting" he muttered with blankness "human yet they have the features of a deer, how... odd"