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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5022234" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jex sighs, calling over the ridge, "You mean to tell me you've seen more creatures like Eissun? Nevermind... And yes, I went down. They only knocked me out and captured me for interrogation. The physical wounds have only begun to heal. I'll probably have the scars for the rest of my life, but at least they left my face alone... But acting so suspicious of each other will get us nowhere... I'm coming out, so don't shoot any arrows or loose any spells. Or use your silver-blood magic. I remember what you could channel, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of it."He stands up and walks to the top of the ridge. His hands are up in the air, the universal sign of 'don't hurt me, I'm unarmed'. He seems a little over 5 and a half feet tall, and rather thin. His long brown is pulled back in a ponytail, and there is a slight glint of metal on his chest. His pale skin seems a bit reddened from the desert sun and his face has a weary quality to it at the moment.The strange black thing drifts up out of the ground about 2 and a half feet, following him closely."So now you see it's me, and I'm not transformed or turned or anything of that sort. Care to introduce me to your... companions? </blockquote>