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<blockquote data-quote="fireinthedust" data-source="post: 6182804" data-attributes="member: 51930">Duncan had sipped his wine and helped himself to the offered food, then sat and listened.&nbsp; His eyes were black marbles with blue ring irises set in them, the light of which whipped back and forth about the room.&nbsp; He took in the build and equipment of every patron of the inn, and his mind assessed each based on threat level and danger.&nbsp; Merchant, merchant, caravan guard, former soldier with two wars under his belt, caravan guard, serving wench a former thief... and so on.&nbsp; The threats were counted and already he saw the tactics, each step, planned to let him pounce and slay... everyone.He did hear the relic hunters talking, and the woman's story saddened him.&nbsp; The numenera were of great value, but so many spent their lives in search of them.&nbsp; Those hounds were no joke, and mutants using them to hunt sentient beings... very sad.&nbsp; Finding trinkets was a small amusement for the gladiator, but freedom was hard-won and life was precious.&nbsp; After all, it was so easily lost in this world compared to the ancient treasures these hunters craved, treasures that had survived millions of years where a life was spent in a few short seasons.&quot;Sounds dangerous,&quot; Duncan spoke, his deep voice a low rumble with an electronic hum at its edges.&nbsp; &quot;Are you sure it's worth your life?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="fireinthedust, post: 6182804, member: 51930"] Duncan had sipped his wine and helped himself to the offered food, then sat and listened. His eyes were black marbles with blue ring irises set in them, the light of which whipped back and forth about the room. He took in the build and equipment of every patron of the inn, and his mind assessed each based on threat level and danger. Merchant, merchant, caravan guard, former soldier with two wars under his belt, caravan guard, serving wench a former thief... and so on. The threats were counted and already he saw the tactics, each step, planned to let him pounce and slay... everyone. He did hear the relic hunters talking, and the woman's story saddened him. The numenera were of great value, but so many spent their lives in search of them. Those hounds were no joke, and mutants using them to hunt sentient beings... very sad. Finding trinkets was a small amusement for the gladiator, but freedom was hard-won and life was precious. After all, it was so easily lost in this world compared to the ancient treasures these hunters craved, treasures that had survived millions of years where a life was spent in a few short seasons. "Sounds dangerous," Duncan spoke, his deep voice a low rumble with an electronic hum at its edges. "Are you sure it's worth your life?" [/QUOTE]

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