Rucks (ICC)

"No kidding," Prestige says disgruntaly. His cousin is normally a sight for sore eyes and is even now, as a smirk crosses his face. " He's posesssed or some odd thing," pointing and trying to bring the the halfling beauty up to date," and the Giants over there might end up our friends if we all survive this." Yet keeping one eye on the front door and quick glances toward the approaching demon horde.
 

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"On Two-Beards," pointing at the captive tied curtain apolstered human on the back of the riding dog. "Sorry for the lack of introductions, this is Oam he is with us!", pointing toward the dwarf which stands beside him. "And that is our, well.....we aren't sure what he is except an archery target, Ermac" comments Prestige with a sly smirk returning to his face.
 






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