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Maverick
~He glares at the hesitant mage, re-sheathing his daggers at sheaths on opposite sides of his rib cage. He hold up a hand, as if offering something to the sorcerer.~ "Go on then. I've got a score to settle but I'm not about to charge off to my death." ~His quiet voice seems perturbed as his arms run cross his chest.~
Chani
~In all the commotion she shakes her head.~ "I came here to relax damnit!" ~She follows up the stairs shortly after Deiter, peering at three men surrounding him. She walks up from behind and taps one on the shoulder.~ "Problem gentle-men?" ~Her blue-grey eyes meet Deiter's wearily before the man turns about.~
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