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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 3095010" data-attributes="member: 7280">Outside the Argotch Inn, Port Verge (nighttime) – DragenDragen shrugged, and ignored the motions of his companions, concentrating only on the movements and shadowed outlines of the dead men who challenged them."You might want to surrender now, before I get annoyed." he said, letting his eyes light with the simple pleasure of using the bow for his intended purpose. Truly, was there any better feeling in all the world than to feel the rush of the string at your cheek and squash a life with nothing more than the flick of two fingers?And then, as per instructions, he loosed an arrow at the woman to "subdue" her by launching an arrow at her. The warforged was prone to exaggerated motives and careless speach anyways, and besides, Dragen was not one to shy away from violence when violence clearly had its purpose. Careful? What was a little blood shed between soldiers in battle. Or whatever the warforged possessed instead of blood, the poor bastard. Dragen sighed as he readied another arrow, I was damned to ever worry about this. This is what I was made for. This is my purpose. Wars past, but what was I thinking trying to explain myself to common folk and children? "Folk Glasia had been talking about"? Since when have I been paying attention to a word that one said? Dragen shook his head. Strange thoughts indeed.</blockquote>