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<blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 2928942" data-attributes="member: 7280">The man carrying the long object wrapped in oil skins simply shook his head at the discussion. His bloodshot, half-open eyes seemed to confirm a rough night in the cups, but they still didn't seem to miss the details, effortlessly pausing on each of the people on the dock and seeming to measure them. The off-white of his open shirt seemed to be a natural consequence of time, but&nbsp; very little care had been given to the half-stitched holes and split seams. In contrast, the malicious-looking foreign leather armor he wore almost glistened from a fresh oiling. There was no telling how early an obvious drunk as himself had to get up this day to manage that.Disregarding the conversation, he silently offered to aid the young girl carrying the cage. And so we send our children off to die again, in the name of need and glory. His smile deepened, but that smile still, never, reached his eyes. To the dark with it. The world's just one dance where all the dancers die, time to play the tune again.&quot;What they said.&quot; he said simply, with the slight accent of a Karrnathian peasant. &quot;Where are the business partners?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="James Heard, post: 2928942, member: 7280"] The man carrying the long object wrapped in oil skins simply shook his head at the discussion. His bloodshot, half-open eyes seemed to confirm a rough night in the cups, but they still didn't seem to miss the details, effortlessly pausing on each of the people on the dock and seeming to measure them. The off-white of his open shirt seemed to be a natural consequence of time, but very little care had been given to the half-stitched holes and split seams. In contrast, the malicious-looking foreign leather armor he wore almost glistened from a fresh oiling. There was no telling how early an obvious drunk as himself had to get up this day to manage that. Disregarding the conversation, he silently offered to aid the young girl carrying the cage. [i]And so we send our children off to die again, in the name of need and glory.[/i] His smile deepened, but that smile still, never, reached his eyes. [i]To the dark with it. The world's just one dance where all the dancers die, time to play the tune again.[/i] "[COLOR=PaleTurquoise]What they said.[/COLOR]" he said simply, with the slight accent of a Karrnathian peasant. "[COLOR=PaleTurquoise]Where are the business partners?[/COLOR]" [/QUOTE]

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