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<blockquote data-quote="Douane" data-source="post: 1156197" data-attributes="member: 157">Quite aware of his own lateness, but still unmoved by the implications Essan'ner follows the page to their destination. With a rare smile stealing onto his face he remembers the shock the messenger displayed when he had told him that, despite the honourable nature of the summons, he would not stop his training session early.On his approach to Nyrian's office the fighter within can't help but notice the inherent flaws and weaknesses that marred the city's defence. Essan'ner almost sighs in dismay at the thought of it's fate in future days, caught in the claws of a war which would certainly come here sooner or later.Finally entering the terrace the impassive mask he perpetually wears on his face cracks and his eyes widen in surprise as he regards those already present. Essan'ner can't help but shudder as he wonders whether Commander Thanas has managed to reach beyond that grave of his and got him assigned to squad of misfits. He sneers inwardly at the presence of a wild one and, even more disgustingly, a human, only to be stopped by a thought which gives him comfort. The thought that natural attrition would soon take care of the all too obvious mistake made by whoever assigned this squad.&quot;Greetings,&quot; he growls at no one in particluar.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Douane, post: 1156197, member: 157"] Quite aware of his own lateness, but still unmoved by the implications Essan'ner follows the page to their destination. With a rare smile stealing onto his face he remembers the shock the messenger displayed when he had told him that, despite the honourable nature of the summons, he would not stop his training session early. On his approach to Nyrian's office the fighter within can't help but notice the inherent flaws and weaknesses that marred the city's defence. Essan'ner almost sighs in dismay at the thought of it's fate in future days, caught in the claws of a war which would certainly come here sooner or later. Finally entering the terrace the impassive mask he perpetually wears on his face cracks and his eyes widen in surprise as he regards those already present. Essan'ner can't help but shudder as he wonders whether Commander Thanas has managed to reach beyond that grave of his and got him assigned to squad of misfits. He sneers inwardly at the presence of a wild one and, even more disgustingly, a human, only to be stopped by a thought which gives him comfort. The thought that natural attrition would soon take care of the all too obvious mistake made by whoever assigned this squad. "Greetings," he growls at no one in particluar. [/QUOTE]

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