Weel Naxel, human cleric
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Weel's presence of mind falters as the threat of violence merely escalates.
"Everyone clam up ... I mean, calm down. That," he says, doing his best to interpose himself between the factions.
"I don't agree with his methods, but Corvin's right about one thing: the best way out of this is united. Tennin, I don't think hurting your own is like to convince the lizardfolk you're nonviolent, and Corvin, I don't figure an escargo--er, escape plan is like to work if you're down half the men and the ones you have are beat to hells from a brawl, do you?"
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Other men murmur and shout in agreement with one side or the other. The groups of different loyalties contract into tighter bunches. Fists are formed, and as Tennin and Corvin stalk closer to each other, the tension, already high, is mounting fast. A fight could break out at any minute.
Weel's presence of mind falters as the threat of violence merely escalates.
"Everyone clam up ... I mean, calm down. That," he says, doing his best to interpose himself between the factions.
"I don't agree with his methods, but Corvin's right about one thing: the best way out of this is united. Tennin, I don't think hurting your own is like to convince the lizardfolk you're nonviolent, and Corvin, I don't figure an escargo--er, escape plan is like to work if you're down half the men and the ones you have are beat to hells from a brawl, do you?"
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