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Roderik
"Greetings, It seems a bit early, and close to the mage's lands to speak either his name, or our alliances with Him. To speak the name of the dark one is to invite his eye, something I do not wish at this time."
The man looked slightly crazed, but then again who didn't in these dark times. He watched the others to gauge their reactions before releasing the dagger tucked into a sleeve sheath, nearly invisible unless one knew where to look. a flick of the wrist in the right manner would send the dagger either into his hand, or towards the target. (OOC Alot like the sheath Raistlin keeps his dagger in in the draglonlance books)
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