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Gan Vahnsen
“Anyone speak ‘Lizard’? Gan muttered, eyeing the lizardmen. He lowered his bow slightly, but only enough to suggest he wasn’t going to attack unless provoked. Maybe the lizards would understand bodylanguage, even if they did not speak ‘common’. He kept his arrow notched though – if a fight did break out, he didn’t intend to be caught with his guard down.
“So who wants to do the speaking?” Gan called/suggested to his companions, implying very much so that he did not. “But let's avoid a fight, if at all possible. I don't know about you, but wounds are so messy.” The last was said sardonically, and not for a moment did he take his eyes off their potential foe, despite his decidedly forced causal manner. With luck, the lizards would understand his words...
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