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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1433700" data-attributes="member: 13681">If I never hear that tongue again, it'll be too soon. The Marshall's jaw clenches, voice low, gravelly he nods his head, "Benezah." He can barely speak the word. Sweeping the hat off of his head reveals sweat-darkened silver hair matted down by his wide brimmed hat. He steps aside so that the others can file in. "Not sure interesting is the word I'd use, but certainly we have a tale to tell."He introduces the others, "Tzzecct, you know. This is Gabriel," He gestures at Mantis and then to the drake sister, "Brahnz and... where's Lupe`?" Whistler looks around, "Lupe` is Brahnz's wolf companion. And this is Semm. Did you know Bey? Semm was a... friend of his. The miners you know and this is Enyarra and her sons Wallam and Derry. Brave kids." He turns his burning gaze on The Boys and then looks back at the Sheriff.He tells of the burnt wagon, and The Boys. The Ravenous Orcs. The murdered uncle. The mines and the Scion. The enslaved miners and The Boys' mother. The dwarf's warning about the Scion's bosses arriving soon. The discovery of Shard. The green and black fletched arrows - and that there was no sign of the elves who'd not yet finished them. The loot. He leaves room for his comrades to jump in where they will, but largely figures they'll let him do the talking. He finishes by asking Semm to show Lograin and Vim the body.He stoops, wings fluttering and cloak flaring, as he uncovers the dead Scion's face and peers up at Lograin. "The Scion. Nasty customer. Oh, there still a bounty on these?" He pulls the sloppy bandit scalps from under his belt and drops them on the Scion's chest. He grimaces at the Scion, "His was too hard to take." Flaked scales and uneven gouges indicate where Whistler'd tried to part the dead man with his scaly crest. He shrugs.</blockquote>

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