Gan Vahnsen
Gan nodded to Tamora, professionally appreciating her shot. “Nicely done.” He regarded the fallen insectiod and the alien elf and then glanced back at Tamora. Gan did not sheathe his swords, but nor did he outwardly threaten anyone; he just wasn't relaxing his guard. After all, the strange elf might attack. Louder than his whisper, he asked nonchalantly, “What now, ‘commander’?”
Without glancing at her when he spoke, Gan's attention was really focused on his surroundings and on the new elf. The fact that he used bronze rather than steel was of interest to him. The insectoid's natural weapons were also of interest. To Bas, he murmured, “What is that creature? Have you seen its like before?”
[ 02-07-2007, 07:46 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]
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