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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 1673445" data-attributes="member: 14961">Zar-Vroxia eyes the wizard as he walks across the bridge from the citadel.  His keen eyes take in every aspect of the man from the kind of footwear he has to the lay of his hair.  What secrets did this man know?  What powers of magic were at his command?  Zar also eyed his “companions” suspiciously as the wizard spoke of them.  “Respect” the man had said.  Zar doubted it.  How could he respect a Dwarf?  Some Dwarven structures, sure.  They were masters at working stone.  But Dwarves were crude, uncouth, stubborn, and grouchy.  And those were their good qualities.  From the Dwarves that he had known, it seemed that flatulence was among one of their most respected traits, falling just behind drunkenness and just before other kinds of debaucheries. Worse than a Dwarf, there was a human.  Why a human?  Why, even the Gods did not deem humans worthy creatures, granting them such short life spans.  What contribution could any being make in just thirty or so adult years?At least the half-breed had Elven blood, redeeming him some.  But, this particular human-elf looked a shady sort, not to be trusted.“Oh, Zar, do not condemn them who were not gifted enough to be born as you, with full Elvish blood in their veins.  They may yet prove to be worthy in their own way.” He thought to himself as the wizard finished up his speech.  Without waiting for the others, Zar walked boldly after the wizard and into the citadel.</blockquote>

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