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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Theroc" data-source="post: 4987436" data-attributes="member: 83115">Sahyr's ears twitched as he sat at the bar, not saying a word, simply listening for words to draw his attention.  The man's form was quite obviously ready for combat, the particularly large blade continuing to rest on his back as he looked around, in particular observing the group which a rather pretty woman, even adorned in pelts much like he had in his younger years before he'd acquired his armor.The forests of the Witchlight were an unforgiving place, but also a place where one could grow strong and wise.  Wise to avoid the dangers you could, and strong to slay the dangers you could not avoid.  A slight smile remaining on his face as his eyes wandered between the group near the woman, who smelled of the forests more of the city, from what he could muster.  He did not feel she had been long in this city, but he had not honed his sense of smell as well as he felt he should have.  However, he was not here to stalk women.He was here searching for battle.  The acolyte of Kord had wandered the land, seeking news of battle, finding small skirmishes and the like, and his travels landed him in Port Magalie.  The mention of barbarians had obviously grabbed his attention, since he had often heard of their warlike ways.  He did not stir from his seat, though he was quiet obviously watching the group intently, his ears straining for more information.</blockquote>