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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 4104123" data-attributes="member: 29098">Shading his eyes against the morning sun as he steps from the flophouse, the lanky Shoanti looks up and down the street. He had nothing to do this day, no errands to run; indeed, had it been a regular day, Gadeann would have spent his time looking for a job, something to pay enough to allow the lanky warrior to survive one more day.But now, something stirred within the man's heart. It was a feeling that had pressed heavily upon his soul for some time. "Vengeance," whispered Gadeann hoarsely. While they say time heals all wounds, the vengeance that the Shoanti felt inside had kindled into a bright, deadly flame. And he would have his.Turning, Gadeann walks swiftly toward the nearest marketplace, the haft of his poleaxe thumping heavily against the ground with each long stride. He was intent on finding breakfast...whatever he could get with the few coppers in his pocket. Perhaps a meat pie stuffed with rat and crow, or perhaps some stew, and a heavy ale to rinse it down. And then...then he would make his way to the address he was given, and find out just what fate awaited him this day.I couldn't remember what color I chose for Gadeann's speech...so if I stole someone else's, just let me know.</blockquote>