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Adventurer
Darian does his best to hide the smirk that is surely creeping upon his face as he pushes the voice in his head out. He walks slowly up to Alek, his footfalls landing heavily on the stone floor of the cell. Slowly, deliberately, he kneels down so that his eyes are even with the nasty little gnome. After studying him for a moment in silence, meeting his gaze, he breaks the news emotionlessly.
"Your brother is dead, Alek." He doesn't blink, keeping his eyes on Alek's. "And his bride as well, while Combledorn Manor lies in a pile of ash. Tell me now, are there any more jokes, or do we have your attention?"
Darian stands up tall, peering down his nose at Alek while he lights another cigar.
"Your brother is dead, Alek." He doesn't blink, keeping his eyes on Alek's. "And his bride as well, while Combledorn Manor lies in a pile of ash. Tell me now, are there any more jokes, or do we have your attention?"
Darian stands up tall, peering down his nose at Alek while he lights another cigar.