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Yevaud
Screams lingered in the air, arriving without warning, and gone again in a short span of moments. The tension of these men was a palpable thing, and despite his attempt to disappear within his travelling cloak Yevaud had began watching the guard intently as the death cries of the men filled the air. "It sounds like we've arrived just in time. Anarrima might be able to tend to your men, and it would seem my abilities would aid you in destroying this 'creature' as you've called her. What are we up against, and how many are not accounted for?"
Yevaud seemed almost giddy to be able to sound like he was in charge, although it was tempered by the immediate reminder of the danger of whatever fell creature hunted within the tower, apparently unphased by it's partial collapse. He also began fingering one of his pouches, and without noticing it seems to be holding a small ball of grey and yellow material.
OOC: guano and sulphur to be exact
[ 02-22-2005, 03:54 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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