Roderik
Nodding to himself, the bard acknowledged the words of Andrion. As he stood up he caught the daggers and hid them about his person, and walked towards the edge of the firelight. He spoke, lowly at first in a low voice that nevertheless carried well to the mage, but no farther, "indeed, part of the problem I fear is our... Patrons. You have much hostility and rage inside, I have many secrets as well, and neither of us hold our tempers well.
"I have nothing against you, in truth I have great respect for your power, but I will not bow to any man, or let any stand above me. I consider our disagreement over, and finished until such time as you act against me."
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