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Gan Vahnsen
Despite his face and the numbed, but blistered flesh, Gan had slept well and had kept up well too. He had made his way towards the cliffs with the others bemused and pleased at the prospect of exploring this strange new world. The horned tiger had filled him with awe and made him ponder what other manner of strange beast may lurk.
Upon stumbling across the elf and the strange insectoid beast battling, he drew his swords as silently as he could. It seemed that Tamora had notched an arrow to her bow the same time as he drew his blades. He caught her signal and frowned; they did not know who the aggressor was here nor why such a fight took place. Moreover, neither insect nor elf may appreciate any ‘help’. On the other hand, hanging back may insult the survivor and earn them a second battle… choices, choices.
His eyes shifted to the druid’s and he frowned as Bas readied his sling. It would seem that his companions were preparing for a fight. Of course, Gan himself had drawn his swords…
Stepping towards Tamora, the half elf murmured in her ear, “Is this wise? We know nothing of this situation… but if we act, let us end this quickly. What are your orders, ‘commander’?” His last word held a touch of the sardonic but he would act as Tamora instructed. As long as one of the others was in charge, it meant he did not have to bother with the decision making. That, and it was on their head. Let everyone have a chance at leading… see where it got them.
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