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Telryn
Telryn sprang into action, just as Detheriel shot his arrow, reading to charge the bandit to the ground. However, as the wounded man hit the ground, Telryn stopped over him, his tall figure looming, and placed his foot on the mans torso, flail looming menacingly above his head.
"I think we have a few questions for you," He said with a slight grin on his face.
His time in the guards had taught him best to disarm, or at least render your enemies weapon useless, before getting close. Detheriel had the same idea.
"Perhaps he has spent time as a guard?" Telryn wondered.
"This ones not going anywhere," He yelled to the others, "How is Zak doing?"
OOC: Telryn's first plan was to keep the man alive, he doesn't possess psychic powers to read peoples mind *wink*
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