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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7012551" data-attributes="member: 6855545">THORIR/EBEN“I tell you where…” – Lavrans walks around, busy with his duties. “In a warlock’s cursed head, that’s where!” – he grimaces towards Raveneye. “All was well till that vulture opened his mouth. Now look at Eben, worrying over nothing! Should have thrown him to Njörd long ago… And the god would spit him back, if he’s clever enough.” – he does not measure his tone or his words, his hateful glance stabbing at Raveneye. His speech is accompanied by three or four similar expressions, as well as some moans.“Don’t worry, Sea King, dreams cannot frighten us… Treachery, on the other hand, deserves our attention…” – Lavrans sits with his brother and begins to help him prepare some arrows. Asmund thanks him with a nod, but his disapproving expression shows compassion for Raveneye.“Thorir…” – Asger is the one to offer an easy way out of the situation. Young and clueless as he is, the lad has a way with words. Gods wish it was the same with a sword. “How long till we reach the route?” – his expression also shows some pain. Thorir and Eben cannot say if he feels for Raveneye, for the fated brothers, or what. [MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855130]Jago[/MENTION]</blockquote>