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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Paranoia833" data-source="post: 3523376" data-attributes="member: 49641">Oddly enough it was not the deliberate insult that particularly galled Melchior, he had expecting as much the moment he opened his mouth, but rather the idea that his holy work was motivated by base profit. Still given the role he was playing Melchior guessed it came with the territory.'Some day...' He thought. '...When this job is over, I am going to kill that man.' He suspected the feeling was mutual.Trying to conceal his irritation, the changeling gives a short nod of feigned respect. "Truly sir, the Traveler has gifted you with a fine wit." He smiles again... and *changes*. The transformation is quicker and more definite than Nix's, Melchior knows well enough what he wants to look like: he grows in height, his build filling out slightly to that of an athletic human. The scars, pockmarks and other imperfections on his body disappear as his skin becomes as smooth and cared for as any nobles. A few thin wisps of blond hair grow from his chin and within seconds grow into a goatee, and his long, matted hair shortens and straitens itself to follow suit, shifting to a rich gold in the process. All in all he is the very picture of a young, aspiring merchant-prince."In any case..." Melchior begins with a flawless Aundaran accent, his voice rich and loud, if not particularly deep. "You need not worry. What I lack in knowledge of the finer things in life I more than make up for in pure avarice. I give you my word as a killer I shall find a way to fulfil your contract, or else I will be dead before you can make your displeasure known."</blockquote>

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