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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1915295" data-attributes="member: 15549">As the warforged began fallin in front of him, Sareth quickly stepped back a few paces and allowed the defeated construct to fall where it chose.~No need to tempt my fate any more than I already have...now where is my dagger?~Spotting his blade quickly, Sareth bent down to pick it up and felt the chilling rain hit his neck and run down under his shirt.~There are times I hate my job...~Looking up, Sareth saw the hammer weilder smiling broadly and speaking of House Tharashk.~No doubt trying to drum up business for a nice cut of the profits...~Sareth paused before speaking and looked down to the body on the bridge before looking up."I am Sareth an apprentice tailor to House Cannith. I was trying to get out of this storm when I saw the lightening flash and heard what I thought was a scream. I think you can fill in the blanks as well as I can on everything that has transpired since."Drawing his cloak tighter around him to keep the rain from having any more chances at his equipment and clothing, Sareth stepped towards the fallen warforged and began looking to see if perhaps it carried something that would explain why it attacked this man.~Or it could be a simple senseless act of violence...I have heard stories of warforged who simply kill for the sake of killing...much like many of the other tall folk races...~</blockquote>