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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SpicyWaffle" data-source="post: 6084032" data-attributes="member: 6704634">With Mallack's return, Dane almost seemed to reconsider the prospect. True, trudging into the dark wasn't his first choice, but with time of the essence and a man potentially in danger, he'd almost felt it to be a compulsory necessity, shoving whatever sensibilities for his own safety aside. Indeed, he was all set to plead his case once more -- but then, Paskell opened his beak, and whatever sense of civility remained on the young, brash human's face quickly evaporated into an eerie glare. The quiet grind of stone against steel abruptly ended mid-stroke as he just looked on at the Tengu; silent as the grave. Whether it was the bird-man's brazen mention of leaving them in the lurch in the dead of night like some distrustful sneak-thief should things go awry even in the slightest, or the twisting of Mallack's words into a more favorable argument, the impudent human didn't say as he pursed his lips much like a blacksmith wraps steel. Whatever was going on with the gears inside his mind between the gritting of his teeth and the narrowing of eyes, Dane said nothing for what must have felt like an impossibly long moment, a look of utter sourness etched into his very visage right up until the moment he pulled himself away from Paskell.Again, Dane began to say something, lips moving before sealing faster than one might imagine. It didn't take a lady of the court to see it; his words, whatever they might have been, were laced with venom of the illest sort. Another heartbeat passed as the boy took a deep breath, returning his distant gaze to the farmer whom had so humbly taken in the men willing to help him in what must have been a supreme effort of sheer willpower."Fine," the young sellsword said with only the faintest hint of politeness, granting the farmer a small -- if not earnest -- nod. His stomach felt like it was in knots, but there he was, bearing and grinning (if such a thing could even be called that), as he slowly returned to the task of sharpening his blade; anything to keep his mind in-check and his tongue from serving as a barbed whip. "We'll hunker down for the night, and head out at first light, Mallack."And with that, young Dane fell silent again, face unflinching and devoid of worry; a clever facade, and all but transparent. Save for one last fleeting glance towards the Tengu so willing to desert them, the mercenary warrior was otherwise focused on the task at hand. Come what may tomorrow, whether Baggio lived or had been shuffled into which ever realm he was most deserving, the colors of the four men present would be shown. For the first time since leaving home, Dane now felt an inkling of doubt -- but he was, if nothing else, a man of his word. He would see this contract through to the end, a task he knew he could not accomplish alone. If this was their decision, then he would give them their satisfaction. What choice did he have, save but to play the fool in one final act should he stride out alone?[sblock=Dane's Mini Stats]<img src="http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j389/Sleepy_Llama/ff14-hyur-male-initial-gearBustampTokenVersion_zpsda1a8a4d.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /><a href="http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Dane_Mazelo_(SpicyWaffle)" target="_blank">Dane Mazelo</a>AC: 16 (13 flat-footed, 13 touch)HP: 16/16CMB: +2 CMD: 15Fort: +4 Reflex: +3 Will: +2Perception: +1Initiative: +3Current Weapon in Hand: Gauntlets (+4, 1d3+1, 20x2)Current Conditions in Effect: Weapon FinesseUsed Items:---[/sblock]</blockquote>

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