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Narar
Seeing as how the action fizzled into a threat from the bandints and a simple fleeing by the group, Narar seemed to have nothing better to do than follow them. After wasting all the money he just earned for pass of the bridge, it seemed the only "fun" choice was to follow the group who had just darted to the forest. After travelling a ways away, as some of the party began to talk, Narar noted as they talked of their backgrounds and ancestry. He also noticed out of the corner of his eye someone who wasn't there before. He had the look of a sorcerer about him, his red hood covering his whole face.
Ansolon
While watching the following events unfold from the crowd of peasants, Ansolon very much enjoyed the actions of Narar and grew a prejudice for the shrouded one. Seeing as the girl was suffering a stab wound from a rather large polearm, he was to see if he could manipulate the situation into servicing the lady's wound in exchange for some silver, possibly even a sovereign. He noticed that the man called Narar noticed his presence, he looked brutish enough, no wits about him. 'He could be manipulated easily, if Narar invested some trust unto me...' thought Ansolon; planning how each could be manipulated as they told their life stories....
[ 07-28-2005, 11:14 AM: Message edited by: Dalamar Stormcrow ]
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