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Speaks glances at Eric and his sulking, the Striders were not the most notorious of warriors, but they were famed as heralds and message bearers, and as a Galliard, he was very gifted for that purpose, but the passion that inflamed his heart for stories also made his Rage run hot, perhaps he would give Eric the workout he desired later, but for now he was more interested in what the cat had said.
"War can wait, Eric, we need this information. You say it is dishonorable to strike at the weaknesses of our foes, I guarantee they would not show us that kindness, attack leeches during the day if you can, if they sleep they won't fight as hard. For the Dancers you fight with Silver," he patted the huge sword on his back before continuing, "As long as you know they will use your weaknesses against you it stops being dishonorable, and starts being wise, winning the war is worthless if none remain to enjoy life afterwards.
"Now Mercedes, This information is very valuabe, but from your stance it seems you have still more knowledge to tell us, please continue." He reclined in his armchair waiting for the inevitable explosion from Eric, it would be amusing, even if it destroyed the room in the process.
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