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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2582445" data-attributes="member: 15549">Gritting his teeth in frustration, Zeric tried to calm himself before he spoke next."When I spoke of turning the blood money to the church, it was not to take the coins from your purses, nor gems from your hilts. I had assumed that you all would at least wish it to look as if you had compassion for those who had been taken as slaves and forced to work with the promise of death held constantly over their heads. As it seemed that once more my assumptions have rubbed some of you the wrong way, I will keep such thoughts to myself and as it was put choose to do what I will with my share."Drawing the bone handled dagger from his boot sheath, Zeric turned towards the elf and slashed the rope that held his hands in front of him."You will be released to your own actions and judged by one of Cuthbert's own. Your deeds will show your measure, even though some may doubt your words."The irony of repeating the very phrase that High Priestess Urikas spoke to him as she healed him was not lost to Zeric, but there was little time to dwell on such things now."We shall show you the lair of the slaver and resume our hunt from there."</blockquote>