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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 3441026" data-attributes="member: 2933">Allister grinds his jaw in concern as Balin delivers a brutal kick to the downed Lynward. That one may be waist deep in the dark already. Placing the torch in a sconce on the wall, Allister sets about the business of inspecting the downed, his actions automatic, a task he has performed hundreds of times before. Leaving Lynward be, he instead kneels beside the guard whose eye he skewered with a burning torch, gently touching the wound, hoping most of it was seared shut and the only bleeding to styme comes from Jonathon's mace. Allister's hands then search the guard's pockets, slide any weapons away from him, perhaps keeping them should Allister be handy with them.Then the solider turns and returns to the set of keys resting on the bound woman, trying once more to find the elusive key to her bonds. Walking through the room he gives each of the over escapees a silent look, subdued, congratulatory, but ultimately weary.His gravel voice is kept quiet. "Be ready to move, quickly -- let us take this poor woman with us, and if any of you finds a proper blade amongst our recent foes, I'd be infinitely grateful."Would I be? Having no weapon at hand with which I am skilled has been an excuse not to feel the death come from my fingers. Do I really want to fight, again?Is there a choice, in times such as these?DM Highlight Here (Cuz I Don't Know How To Do The Nifty Cut)[spoiler]Age 25 Height 5'11" Weight 176, I'm not sure what my available bonus languages are! Help![/spoiler]</blockquote>

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