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Yevaud 45/45
"I am useless to you for a while, Yevaud. Do take care and try not to get killed. I do not want to return to Evermeet and explain how I sat here and let you wade into death without me."
"I think it would be best if I passed through first."
The bladesinger though weary from an extremely long and tense night smiled, and winked at Ana. Then looked to Marcos, and nodded. "My blade and my Craft are at your disposal" He saluted then by solemnly raising his right hand touching the tattoo on his left cheek and then moving the hand upward to the corner of his right eyebrow, in what he hoped was an acceptable mix of the Bladesinger salute his school had taught him and the less formal salute humans tended to use. "Lead on Warchief"
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