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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1838586" data-attributes="member: 15549">Wondering what manner of game the two elf-bloods were playing on him upon their return, Zeric eyed them carefully and made a mental note not to accept anything that the two of them offered him to eat or drink for the next several days. They seemed to be trying to hard to make him relax, almost as if it was a forced act, and that fact was more than enough to make him raise his guard once more.~What transpired at the temple? Did they speak ill of me to Priestess Urikas?~Feeling the urge to move once more, Zeric was almost to the kitchen door when the archer asked him of his family. Zeric paused for a moment, an emotional torrent raging inside of him, and he knew that if he spoke even he would consider himself closer to one touched with moon madness than sane.Turning to face the female archer when he felt control once more return to him, Zeric looked at her and spoke simply."Never ask me of my past archer. There is nothing in that tale that could possibly concern you. Only worry with the present, as the past is nothing more than that."Zeric glanced at the dwarven priest quickly as he turned back to head into the gnome's kitchen, and wondered if Priestess Urikas had shared with him the fevered confession he had given her. How the Hextorites had slain his parents before his eyes to show the scared child who held the power over life and death.~It matters little...the past is just that...~</blockquote>

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