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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 2999881" data-attributes="member: 7280">Towering uncharacteristically over the both of them, Dragen noted the commentary between Morika and the reptile and picked at the worn rags surrounding his bow."It's a good thing we're not negotiators then, or have you hung us upon your words to match the prettiness of your undergarments?" he asked quietly, his eyes tracing the finework on his bow and upwards."Collect the target, kill everyone who tries to stop us, set some fires to give people other things to worry about other than us, kill some more, drink beer, drink some more, and wait for the next job."He pursed his lips and flicked a surprisingly manicured nail at an imagined speck of dirt, raising an eyebrow and chewing at some imaginary confection."Things are simpler when you don't try to pretend you are anything other than what you are, and I," he looked down at the kobold, "am a killer. I am death's best friend, and when I whisper to him he listens to me.""Something to think about."With that comment, Dragen picks up his small amount of belongings and pushes his way quietly through the cargo handlers to wait for the rest to exit the ship.Land. The thought came out like a prayer.</blockquote>