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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leopold" data-source="post: 552933" data-attributes="member: 758">IC: Jikull bows to his mistress and smiles inward at the thought of having her two lovely daughters under his control. They would stay in line and be 'safe' but safety is a relative term when it comes to the underdark. Lessons learned in the gladiator pit taught him that first come first serve is true above as it is down here. "If they survive what do I gain?" he thought "Longer life and glory? I can live with that"Moving to be in arms reach of the daughters as well as keeping a wary eye on his charge Vitrene is never one quick leap away from him. The children come first but then again the Duchess has more to spare but this skinny drow has value and for that he must stay alive.Keeping the pack firmly on his shoulders he takes out his flamberge and rests it on his shoulders, slowly he runs a finger down the blade to test it's sharpness. It draws blood and he lets it flow down the blade. "How long till i can plunge it into the heart of mine enemies however multitude they are here?". His face a looking like it is carved from granite. His gate keeping up with the drow women, ignoring their prattle and curses as they walk deeper into the underdark...</blockquote>