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<blockquote data-quote="Rish" data-source="post: 1596491" data-attributes="member: 14000">Kirran is still hunched over Helmhold's prone form, checking the man efficiently but diffidently for injuries (besides the massive sword wound, now half-closed from magical healing) that might have caused his faint. As he folds the man's shirt back from his chest, he catches sight of a strange burn at the same moment as a pendant shakes itself loose from the cloth. He runs the pendant chain through his fingers, frowning as he sees that the metal pendant has reduced itself to so much melted slag and snatching his hand back from its residual heat.&quot;My luck, he'll wake up just now and think I'm filching things,&quot; he mutters to himself. &quot;Always was a suspicious bastard - not that I blame 'im.&quot;He sits back on his heels and starts paying more attention to the conversation in time to chuckle at Valdir. &quot;Goals are for people who don't have enough to keep 'em occupied.&quot; He pauses. &quot;Honestly, though - why worry about it? Long-term goals are all well if it's your thing, but I've got by just fine for thirty years without any.&quot; He looks at Rolf for a moment, thinking about Gadreman, but finally looks away without addressing that issue.He turns back to make one last check-over of Helmhold, hesitating for just a moment before he pulls the pendant over the man's head and examines it thoughtfully before tucking it in a pocket. &quot;He should be coming around shortly. Hopefully we'll find out what this is all about.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rish, post: 1596491, member: 14000"] Kirran is still hunched over Helmhold's prone form, checking the man efficiently but diffidently for injuries (besides the massive sword wound, now half-closed from magical healing) that might have caused his faint. As he folds the man's shirt back from his chest, he catches sight of a strange burn at the same moment as a pendant shakes itself loose from the cloth. He runs the pendant chain through his fingers, frowning as he sees that the metal pendant has reduced itself to so much melted slag and snatching his hand back from its residual heat. [color=#cc3300]"My luck, he'll wake up just now and think I'm filching things,"[/color] he mutters to himself. [color=#cc3300]"Always was a suspicious bastard - not that I blame 'im."[/color] He sits back on his heels and starts paying more attention to the conversation in time to chuckle at Valdir. [color=#cc3300]"Goals are for people who don't have enough to keep 'em occupied."[/color] He pauses. [color=#cc3300]"Honestly, though - why worry about it? Long-term goals are all well if it's your thing, but I've got by just fine for thirty years without any."[/color] He looks at Rolf for a moment, thinking about Gadreman, but finally looks away without addressing that issue. He turns back to make one last check-over of Helmhold, hesitating for just a moment before he pulls the pendant over the man's head and examines it thoughtfully before tucking it in a pocket. [color=#cc3300]"He should be coming around shortly. Hopefully we'll find out what this is all about."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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