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<blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 3270799" data-attributes="member: 7006">The man frowns at Skargash's response... aparently not taking too kindly to the halfork's presumptions.&nbsp; &quot;Here now... that's pretty loud talk from a guy wearing a do-gooder town guard's tunic.&nbsp; You here for training, or you want some black paint to color that kettle of yours?&quot;&nbsp; Len moves over to a stack of papers and begins rifling through them.&quot;No one asked you here, buddy.&nbsp; You don't like what we do... the door's right there.&nbsp; The Guardians are not vigilantes, nor do we &quot;sermonize&quot;.&nbsp; We're men and women bound by a common cause and a common methodology, that's all.&nbsp; Not everyone out there can afford to hire Blademarks or get the Sentinel Marshals to help them out... and we do what we can to pick up the slack.&quot;He finally finds the roll of parchment he was looking for and he tosses it to Skarghash.&nbsp; &quot;Lorren's out of town at the moment... further up north in the wilds.&nbsp; Them's the directions of where his encampment is.&nbsp; He's got several apprentices out there right now, and I'm sure he'd welcome another trainee... provided he didn't piss him off by getting all holier-than-thou that is.&quot;Len stands back up and looks at the halfork.&nbsp; &quot;You paying for training... Lorren'll set the price when you arrive.&nbsp; It'll take you a day and a half to get up to the camp.&nbsp; And despite whatever you might have heard about us... one thing is certain.&nbsp; The Valenar knows his stuff.&nbsp; You want to learn what it's like to live and work out in the wilderness, he'll drill it into you.&nbsp; That's for damn sure.&nbsp; Now you have any more questions, or do you want to just insult me again?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DEFCON 1, post: 3270799, member: 7006"] The man frowns at Skargash's response... aparently not taking too kindly to the halfork's presumptions. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Here now... that's pretty loud talk from a guy wearing a do-gooder town guard's tunic. You here for training, or you want some black paint to color that kettle of yours?"[/COLOR] Len moves over to a stack of papers and begins rifling through them. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"No one asked you here, buddy. You don't like what we do... the door's right there. The Guardians are not vigilantes, nor do we "sermonize". We're men and women bound by a common cause and a common methodology, that's all. Not everyone out there can afford to hire Blademarks or get the Sentinel Marshals to help them out... and we do what we can to pick up the slack."[/COLOR] He finally finds the roll of parchment he was looking for and he tosses it to Skarghash. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Lorren's out of town at the moment... further up north in the wilds. Them's the directions of where his encampment is. He's got several apprentices out there right now, and I'm sure he'd welcome another trainee... provided he didn't piss him off by getting all holier-than-thou that is."[/COLOR] Len stands back up and looks at the halfork. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"You paying for training... Lorren'll set the price when you arrive. It'll take you a day and a half to get up to the camp. And despite whatever you might have heard about us... one thing is certain. The Valenar knows his stuff. You want to learn what it's like to live and work out in the wilderness, he'll drill it into you. That's for damn sure. Now you have any more questions, or do you want to just insult me again?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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