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Zak, though somewhat discouraged by the large fellows act of violence earlier, followed the group nonetheless. Even though he kept to the back,scouting,and keeping an ear on the conversation. He had thought about killing the big man, he probably would have too giving the fact that the man had challenged him, but alas,he had reappeared to close to them, so he decided to play a little game with them.He slipped in and out of shadow, running quickly, not making a sound except for the rustle of leaves. He stopped right next to a limping Iskola. And decided to explain his actions. "My dear lady," he said in his low voice. "I would like to expalin myself.I am Zakaria, i am a-mercanari, shall we say for the time being? Back there, i was going to help your band by dispersing some of those gaurds." he pulled back his cloak sleeve to show her his throwing knives and "accidently" reaveled his family crest tatoo.
"These would have killed the archers. And i'm sure i could've easily slit the throats of the one or two bandits in the woods. But,your group ran like scared little children." he leaned and whisperd in her ear very quietly. "Next time your big friend lays an unwanted hand on me,i swear to you he will be touching nothing ever again."
And he slipped back into the shadow again,and fell to the back.
[ 07-27-2005, 10:29 PM: Message edited by: DrowArchmage ]
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