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<blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2361072" data-attributes="member: 8243">Trelelaweiro, male aslan mercenaryMaerdwyn: [sblock]Trel snarls as the Captains words bring back to him exactly what he has been through. &quot;Sir, no offence, but they killed my mate. What I've been through is nothing compared to what I would go though to see this to the end.&quot;Trel considers the Captains offer to stay for a moment, then declines.&quot;I'll return to the other passengers. They are anxious enough as it is. And I don't want to bring any grief your way. But thank you sir. And good luck.&quot;With that, Trel requests permission to leave (old habits die hard), and returns with his escort to where they hold the other passengers of the Dvonn.[/sblock]Dorothy and co: [sblock]Trel returns to the stateroom about 15-20 minutes later. He takes a seat and settles into it. For a moment he considers the ceiling in silence. &quot;It seems something is up, but no one really knows what. At least, no one who knows is talking.&quot; Trel takes a deep breath and takes a tight grip on his emotions. &quot;Right now the best thing we can do is fill out these damn forms as best we can.&quot;Trel picks up a marker and begins filling out his form.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="doghead, post: 2361072, member: 8243"] [b]Trelelaweiro, male aslan mercenary[/b] Maerdwyn: [sblock]Trel snarls as the Captains words bring back to him exactly what he has been through. "Sir, no offence, but they killed my mate. What I've been through is nothing compared to what I would go though to see this to the end." Trel considers the Captains offer to stay for a moment, then declines. "I'll return to the other passengers. They are anxious enough as it is. And I don't want to bring any grief your way. But thank you sir. And good luck." With that, Trel requests permission to leave (old habits die hard), and returns with his escort to where they hold the other passengers of the Dvonn.[/sblock] Dorothy and co: [sblock]Trel returns to the stateroom about 15-20 minutes later. He takes a seat and settles into it. For a moment he considers the ceiling in silence. "It seems something is up, but no one really knows what. At least, no one who knows is talking." Trel takes a deep breath and takes a tight grip on his emotions. "Right now the best thing we can do is fill out these damn forms as best we can." Trel picks up a marker and begins filling out his form.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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