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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tilmamir" data-source="post: 2696630" data-attributes="member: 31628">Relsyn senses Fairweather is genuine, and a bit taken aback by his current situation.Inwe agrees to help "If I can, I will help. I am not sure what I could do, though. I do have a badger though." she smiles meekly.[sblock]while everyone is sitting around the warm, compfortable lounge, Wrinkle has this overpowering urge to break something. It starts small, then grows into this driving need, a craving, a drive to throttle someone.Bee is weak - a sniveling blob of goo. A perfect target. perhaps no one will notice. He stands, walks around behind her, and rests is mammoth handsaround her neck. quickly, he tightens his grip. Good, not a peep. Her eyes pop, her tounge turns blue. When he releases her, she is most definitely dead.The urger grows. nobody noticed. Good. next is Inwe. he walks behind her and gives a quick pop to her neck - right at the base. He knows immediately that her neck is broken.Well, that was easy. Airith is sitting there, so small and vulnerable. He whips out a battleaxe and cleaves him in two. no problem.The guard walks out of the coffee room. one SWISH and the guard is taken care of.Coffield - a dagger.Relsyn, a book to the head.With a thump and crash, Wrinkle wakes up when his coffee mug hits the floor and breaks. Everyone is still thinking, or responding to Fairweather. Whoa, that was wierd.[/sblock]</blockquote>