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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 1742382" data-attributes="member: 20083">As the heroes return to the table and drink their liquors, Zar slowly looks at the man, taking in his inferno red eyes as they beat into his mind.  Derrik gives the man a quick glance as well, sensing something dangerous about him.  Though that could be expected, he didn't exactly give off the , I'm your Local Peace Worker! vibe.Then, as Zar looks at him, he notices something odd.  Across his pure black form, a silver Demon emblazoned in the center, with blood red eyes.  As he is momentarily taken by the image, the man stands up, a distinct sound of a massive thick cloak being moved as he slowly gripped the huge greatsword.  As the man's armored hand wrapped around the handle, three rubies glowed across the blade, along with a long string of text in some completly unknown language.  He then powerfully forces it from the ground and ties it across his back diagnally and starts to stride across the bar, every step sending a thunderwave across the floor.  The tavern goes silent.  The elves stos singing as he heads for the door.  Then, about halfway there, he slowly stops, directly behind Skarsus and coldly says, "Your done."</blockquote>