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<blockquote data-quote="YeOldeAlbatross" data-source="post: 3825143" data-attributes="member: 52884">Droban Ironthane, 7/13 hpDroban heaves a great sigh, and then winces at the pain of his wound for doing so. He looks rather uncomfortable with all of the attention being drawn to the group. Looking to Dirk and Asad, he nods in appreciation. &quot;Well fought, lads. It's a good thing you two were here to lend a blade...or hand, as the case may be.&quot; Droban does not address G'Sharn, assuming the sandcat to be the pet or animal companion of one of the others.&quot;This scratch? Ah, it's nothing a few days and more than a few mugs of ale won't cure.&quot; Then, jesting aside, Droban looks sadly at the now-dead Isphet and says, &quot;Aye, I would hear what you have to say, priest. But, I can't just leave my friend out here to rot in the sun. Avardis, will you help me?&quot; Droban stoops down in spite of his painful wound and grabs Isphet's still-warm body under the shoulders. He intends to drag the merchant's corpse somewhere more private...into an alley, or behind a building, if possible. If the old priest will accompany him to such a secluded location, more the better.[sblock=Insight, ooc]Insight, is T'Shara still nearby? Did she do anything while these thugs attacked the priest, or just watch?[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="YeOldeAlbatross, post: 3825143, member: 52884"] [b]Droban Ironthane, 7/13 hp[/b] Droban heaves a great sigh, and then winces at the pain of his wound for doing so. He looks rather uncomfortable with all of the attention being drawn to the group. Looking to Dirk and Asad, he nods in appreciation. [color=slategray]"Well fought, lads. It's a good thing you two were here to lend a blade...or hand, as the case may be."[/color] Droban does not address G'Sharn, assuming the sandcat to be the pet or animal companion of one of the others. [color=slategray]"This scratch? Ah, it's nothing a few days and more than a few mugs of ale won't cure."[/color] Then, jesting aside, Droban looks sadly at the now-dead Isphet and says, [color=slategray]"Aye, I would hear what you have to say, priest. But, I can't just leave my friend out here to rot in the sun. Avardis, will you help me?"[/color] Droban stoops down in spite of his painful wound and grabs Isphet's still-warm body under the shoulders. He intends to drag the merchant's corpse somewhere more private...into an alley, or behind a building, if possible. If the old priest will accompany him to such a secluded location, more the better. [sblock=Insight, ooc]Insight, is T'Shara still nearby? Did she do anything while these thugs attacked the priest, or just watch?[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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