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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Toric_Arthendain" data-source="post: 3523596" data-attributes="member: 9833">Having no weapons except for his claws and the bow still slung across his back, Valurel doesn't bother dropping anything.  Pent up anger and frustration mixed with feelings of despair and hopelessness surface and the snow elf's normally grayish face turns a light shade of crimson."Who are you to call us fools?" Valurel growls, his feral instincts beginning to show through.  "Do not think your threats scare me or my companions.  We have faced much scarier things than the likes of you.  I'm warning you, I am done being treated with loathing and disrespect.  That fact that it is coming from one of my own kind is even more unbelievable.  I left my home over a year ago with an Erunsil raiding party.  We were attacked and all of my friends were slaughtered.  My wife was killed in that same attack.  Since then I have found myself in the company of these brave people.  Our hearts are pure and our intentions are good.  If you loose that arrow, many of us will die here today, including possibly yourself.  You are the one escalating this into a conflict, not us.  I will not relinquish my bow nor can I put down these," Valurel says, holding up his hands.  "Being unarmed in this world is a death sentence, even beneath the bows of the trees of Erethor.  If you attack us, you will have a bloodbath on your hands."Valurel drops to a crouch, ready to spring towards the elf if she should actually fire her bow.</blockquote>

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