Leif
Adventurer
Faustus, Tiefling Avenger
"Of sorts, of sorts, I suppose. My training in religion didn't take as well as my priest mentor had hoped. Maybe 'twas some foul humour in my blood?" Faustus winks at the comely lass as he finishes this small speech, the making of which was, for him, quite the effort. To himself he thinks, "I hope these women are stouter than they appear to be. Otherwise, we could be in for a dreadful ordeal. Although, I must admit that they are both moderately pleasant to look upon, making due allowances for their total lack of scales and horns! If we are to die, I suppose it might be a pleasant death." Still, he felt a compulsion to wipe on his tunic the claw that had touched Ezmerelda when they shook "hands".She turns to the other "man" "and what of you Faustus, a warrior as well?"
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