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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ayden" data-source="post: 3620032" data-attributes="member: 53144">~Ten minutes prior~His throat felt as if it had been a fortnight since any liquid had touched it, even though  an untouched wine glass sat full beside him at the table. He did not know if his nerves would handle the strain of seeing them all again, not after what he had done to them.To Her...for her...Morn had welcomed him with no questions, no doubt his entrance was smoothed out well in advance by those who Harp, but he kept his hands refused to cease their slight tremor when the man looked at him with those battle hardened eyes that kept Daggerdale, and her people, secure from harm. Then the others began to arrive and he had to bury his hands under his cloak to hide the shaking.~Be reborn...or be damned...the choice is yours and this will be the last chance either of us get...~~Now~Morn's gaze sought out each of those who had answered his call and when the gaze settled upon him, his first thought was to say that those assembled would be of more help than he could ever offer. Each had came into the meeting hall with their weapons and armor, ready to charge out in a moment's notice if that was what was needed of them. There was a time when he would have done the same, smiling at the prospect of them dressing as heroes from a minstrel's tale, but those memories belonged to a different man, a better man, a man who would not have betrayed those he once called his friends.~You convinced her...you watched her....then you fled...~Pulling the hood back from his face, the man looked at Morn and nodded his head as his raspy voice, a hollow sound from a shade of the man they all recognized."I will give what help Finder can provide..."~And only what Finder can give, as Ayden has nothing left...~</blockquote>

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