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<blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5874780" data-attributes="member: 93930">Furros finally appears to come to a decision.&nbsp; He nods to himself, then says, &quot;Kid ... you got your broom closet.&quot;&nbsp;Ben continues to work on the last of the severely injured mercenaries.&nbsp; &quot;This will...&quot; he says to his patient, and then suddenly pops a bone back into place, eliciting a yelp from the man.&nbsp; &quot;...hurt a bit.&nbsp; I didn't help these men to earn your approval, Lord Furros.&quot;&nbsp;Furros shoots a look at Cythera.&nbsp; &quot;I know.&nbsp; That's why you got it.&quot;&nbsp;Anything further exchange is interrupted by a guard whistle as Commander Parsons comes around the corner at a dead run, sword drawn.&nbsp; Seeing the wounded, he comes over and starts to ask if he can help, but stops short as he recognizes Ben and Cythera. &quot;You two,&quot; he says flatly, then shakes his head and gets back to business.&nbsp; &quot;Casualties?&quot;&quot;None,&quot; Ben says wiping a bloody hand across his brow. &quot;There will be some scars and a limp or two, but they'll live.&quot;&nbsp;The commander exhales. &quot;Good,&quot; he says, and then notices Furros.&nbsp; The guardsman and the mercenary lock gazes.&nbsp;&quot;Galen,&quot; Furros says icily, by way of a greeting.&nbsp;&quot;Enza,&quot; Parsons replies in the same tone.&nbsp; &quot;I don't suppose any of you would care to brief me on the situation?&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Ben_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/enza_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Galen_Parsons_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&nbsp;. Benevolent Seeker ....... Enza Furros ........ Galen Parsons ......&nbsp;.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Systole, post: 5874780, member: 93930"] Furros finally appears to come to a decision. He nods to himself, then says, [COLOR=teal]"Kid ... you got your broom closet."[/COLOR] Ben continues to work on the last of the severely injured mercenaries. [COLOR=royalblue]"This will..."[/COLOR] he says to his patient, and then suddenly pops a bone back into place, eliciting a yelp from the man. [COLOR=royalblue]"...hurt a bit. I didn't help these men to earn your approval, Lord Furros."[/COLOR] Furros shoots a look at Cythera. [COLOR=teal]"I know. That's why you got it."[/COLOR] Anything further exchange is interrupted by a guard whistle as Commander Parsons comes around the corner at a dead run, sword drawn. Seeing the wounded, he comes over and starts to ask if he can help, but stops short as he recognizes Ben and Cythera. [COLOR=deepskyblue] "You two,"[/COLOR] he says flatly, then shakes his head and gets back to business. [COLOR=deepskyblue]"Casualties?" [/COLOR] [COLOR=royalblue]"None,"[/COLOR] Ben says wiping a bloody hand across his brow. [COLOR=royalblue] "There will be some scars and a limp or two, but they'll live."[/COLOR] The commander exhales. [COLOR=deepskyblue] "Good,"[/COLOR] he says, and then notices Furros. The guardsman and the mercenary lock gazes. [COLOR=teal]"Galen,"[/COLOR] Furros says icily, by way of a greeting. [COLOR=deepskyblue]"Enza,"[/COLOR] Parsons replies in the same tone. [COLOR=deepskyblue]"I don't suppose any of you would care to brief me on the situation?"[/COLOR] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Ben_150.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/enza_150.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Galen_Parsons_150.jpg[/IMG] . [COLOR=royalblue][B]Benevolent Seeker[/B][/COLOR] ....... [B][COLOR=#008080]Enza Furros[/COLOR][/B] ........ [B][COLOR=deepskyblue]Galen Parsons[/COLOR][/B] ...... . [/QUOTE]

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