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Post by shadow666 on Oct 4, 2010 1:02:18 GMT
Nina waited for the old battlemage to help her, but seemed to have forgot his own offer of help as he walked out of the room, seemingly annoyed by the arising implications of events, but still Nina was annoyed that she was standing there hurt because of the spell and was ignored completly. When the commander asked if she was alright, she looked up and nodded slowly. "i will be" she said as she bit her lip as she held the dislocated shoulder and slammed it into the wall the pain of the joints going back into place made her draw blood on her lip but soon the pain began to subside.
"Now im feeling a bit better sir, thanks for the concern" she said as she climbed through the window and looked over to Wilfric before turning back to the commander. "From how things turned out i should have just stayed at the bar, things would have been so much less complicated" she continued and winked at the man as she kneeled down and picked up her dagger which the noble simply tossed aside. "These knives cost a bundle you know, so dont just throw them away.. every one is special to me" She said slowly to Wilfric as she took out a cloth from her pouch and wiped the blood clean from it.
As she stood back up, she looked back to the commander. "Maybe we could continue our discussion a bit later, once this mess gets sorted, i think im going to need to relax.."
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Post by Darkom on Oct 4, 2010 2:14:58 GMT
IC: 'Why?' Ja'Rashi wondered, looking up in amazement at the Bosmer standing over him, protecting him. 'Why would elf protect Ja'Rashi?' Whatever his motivations, the Bosmer had kept the human woman from killing the Khajiit, and for now that was good enough for him. He was still a long shot from trusting the elf, but he was in no position to refuse his help.
The wood elf let his arrow fly, the bone whistling as it sailed past the paladin. For a chilling moment Ja'Rashi thought the elf had reconsidered, and decided to let the woman kill him. The Khajiit's doubts were shattered as the elf struck the human with his bow, the golden flames dissipating from the woman's hand as she fell backwards.
Ja'Rashi was so relieved to escape death a second time he did not notice the Bosmer's speech. That is, until he heard mention of his Lord. 'Elf care not for Ja'Rashi, elf care only for Lord Merrunz. He not fool, at least.' For some reason the Khajiit felt comforted by the knowledge; the Bosmer's motivation was sacrilege to Ja'Rashi's ears, but it could be made to serve his own.
The woman began to leave, muttering some apology through her tears; Ja'Rashi only stared at her, yellow eyes narrowed in anger. He would have shouted some obscenity in Ta'agra at the woman, but he doubted he could defend himself if she changed her mind. Whatever had happened to him, it left him weak as a mewling kitten. Even so, the Khajiit managed to raise himself into a more dignified sitting position, holding his throbbing head as he looked up at the Bosmer. The elf had saved his life, but the gods alone knew what he would do next.
"Is everything alright? Or will I have to break up another fight?" The aged human strode towards Ja'Rashi purposefully, followed shortly after by Ji'zahd. The human seemed the same as before, but Ja'Rashi's fellow Khajiit was covered with blood. The templar knelt beside Ja'Rashi, running his paws along the cultist's wounds, lingering at the burn along his throat.
"What happen?" Ja'Rashi snapped, pushing the other Khajiit's paws away, looking between Ji'zahd and the aged human. "Who did this at Ja'Rashi?"
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 4, 2010 3:54:19 GMT
Wilfric snorted in anger as Seraphim gave the order for Tamara to overlook him and the others. "You seem to be ignoring one thing, 'Commander'. That cat was also in on it from the very beginning. Avoiding her to come up here and assassinate Dagon was one of the tricks I had to work around..." the nobleman pointed out with a roll of his eyes. "There is no 'third party' in this."
He completely ignored the Tempar as he left, not even bothering to dignify the man with a response. He was so far beyond his contempt at the moment, that the only reason he would pay attention to him is if he was wounded... Long enough for Wilfric to euthanize him. He did, however, spare Nina a long look as she chided him for simply tossing her dagger aside, mentioning that every one of them were special.
"... My apologies, my lady." Wilfric commented with a thin, sallow smile. "But a blade in my shoulder is to me, just a blade in the shoulder. I'm not exactly in a position to stand and walk it back to you, nor to care about its value... Though if I ever get stabbed again by your daggers, I'll be sure to remember their inherent preciousness."
The sarcasm in the nobleman's voice was absolutely dripping off every word, though it quickly dried up when he turned his attention back to Seraphim. "As for you, commander... You won't have to worry about me. If I do end up doing something like this again, you won't hear of it. After all... I technically succeeded this time. The only thing that kept that damn cat from dying was pure luck and Daedric power... The actual assassination motion went off without a hitch. Save the escape... But I'll work on that one."
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Post by Vrek on Oct 4, 2010 23:29:39 GMT
Almar let a pent up sigh escape as Selene walked away. The first of what was likely to be a long series of crisis's, averted. But what now? At least one other person wanted the Khajiit dead, and he only knew that the attempted assassin was not Malinus, the younger drunken beast, Nina the assassin, or Selene. That left the human captain, the older of the beastfolk pair, the human warriors, the wispy girl - He stopped for a moment on that one, only realizing that he had not heard nor seen her since the fight on the road.
The only ones left were Adder, he paused, looking up at the pair exiting the inn. Malinus, "...and the witchunter." he said softly, glaring as the Templar beastfolk stepped out, covered in what Almar could only assume was Ja'Rashi's blood.
His fingers tightened on the arrow still in place, preparing himself for an attack from the beastman. None came, at least not immediately.
"No. No fights at this moment." He said to Malinus, still watching the beastman closely. He knelt down next to Ja'Rashi, only sparing the Bosmer half a glance. Immediately Almar drew back the string of his bow, and level the arrow right at the Templar. "But you need to step away from Ja'Rashi now, witch hunter. I have no reason to believe that you are not the one who cut his throat in the first place. I am sure you understand the need for caution, yes?" The archer's words remained almost comically calm, despite that fact his knuckles were turning white from the pressure of the bow, and that he spoke through a snarl.
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Post by FC4 on Oct 5, 2010 0:01:48 GMT
"Save your bow arm and string, Almar." Malinus cut into the Templar's possible response, his voice chiding like a Grandfather's but gentle enough to not be harsh in reprimanding. "Ji'hazd, Tamara, and I were the first three to know of Ja'Rashi's 'condition'." He explained, seeming tense along with Almar's bow. "He can be trusted. Wilfric Salazar was the one seeking to avenge the Empire of the Oblivion Crisis. He's more zealous than Selene, and that's not good." Malinus looked to Ja'Rashi and gave him a gentle, saddened smile. "I'm afraid your scholarly guise has been dismantled, my friend. However, I will work with you willingly, to help you deal with your possession. And also to reach out to your Lord. I hope you can understand that I need information from him, but I have every intention of keeping you ought of harm's way." OOC: Why exactly is Nina giving Malinus mental hell for not helping her when she explicitly stated she'd had about enough from him today? That had come out an awful lot like a 'piss off old man I'll deal' than a 'sure help'.
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Post by sibera on Oct 7, 2010 2:38:33 GMT
Ji'zahd's body froze, as soon as he heard the creaking of the bow string being pulled back and the words of the Wood elf. His ears flattened and he looked at Almar with a somewhat confused look on his face. "If I wanted him dead, I wouldn't be hanging around here would I? I would have beheaded him at the first sign of his deadric possession. So put the bow down, and back up for a minute. Wilfric is the one whom tried killing Ja'rashi, trying to be an 'avenger of the septims' or probably motivated by some religious bullsh!t that seems not to respect the balance of things." he said. However he did stand his ground and looked back at ja'rashi his mind curious at the wound on the khajiit's neck and how it seemed to have healed. "Did you... heal him Bosmer? Or did Dagon intervene in some manner?"
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Post by Vrek on Oct 9, 2010 4:43:43 GMT
Almar stared at the Templar beneath him. It would be so easy to kill him right this moment. Instead he slowly that the arrow droop forward, then he slipped it from the string and into the quiver. It just wasn't fair. He was a filthy Khajiit. They both were. They were crimes against nature. They lived only to try and burn the woodlands decreed sacred by the dead god of the Bosmer. And now he had to protect one and tolerate the others.
"I did nothing to him. I have never learned magic, not fire or healing. I had figured that Dagon intervened around the time you let him get thrown out of a glass." He said curtly, while slipping the bow over his head. "You say Adder did this?" he continued, less bitter then before, looking to Ja'Rashi. He had underestimated the human. He would be more cautious around him in the future.
He looked from Ja'Rashi, to the Templar and Malinus. "What do we do now?"
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Post by Darkom on Oct 11, 2010 1:15:42 GMT
Ja'Rashi's yellow eyes blazed contempt at the Bosmer as he levelled an arrow at Ji'zahd; whether or not he had failed, it was obvious the Khajiit had tried to protect him earlier. The elf may have saved him from the human girl, but he did it for his own god's ideals; and as far as Ja'Rashi could figure, he owed the Bosmer little. The elf's threats were quickly forgotten, however, as the aged human revealed Ja'Rashi's would-be killer. 'Hairless bastard!'
Ja'Rashi clenched his teeth and remained silent as the human continued, speaking of using Merrunz as if he could be bargained with. If he were not so furious at the one called Wilfric he would have chastised the old man for it.
Ji'zahd and the Bosmer discussed his Lord's miracle openly, as if the Khajiit were not even present, both of their contempt palpable as they argued. Ja'Rashi was fed up with all their talk by the time the elf asked what they would do next. That much, at least, was obvious.
"Human must die!" Ja'Rashi seethed, struggling to his feet. "Ja'Rashi nearly dead by human Wilfric. Human must die in turn!"
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 11, 2010 3:18:46 GMT
Selene slowly made her way back inside the inn, her gaze fixed on the floor at her feet. Long strands of blonde hair obscured her face from the outside world, and she didn’t even bother to wipe at the occasional tear that still crept down her face.
What kind of Paladin was she, anyway!? She’d nearly just murdered a man, and one who couldn’t even protect himself, at that. Despite what she now knew Ja’Rashi was...despite what was inside of him, and what it had done...she couldn’t go against what she believed in.
But why were so many others protecting him? That’s what she wanted to know. Almar, Malinus, and who knew how many others...they were all hiding Ja’Rashi’s secret, trying to keep him safe. Hadn’t they lost people, too? She didn’t care how much they all spouted off about ‘balance’ and ‘order;’ so far as she was concerned, a world without that monster, Mehrunes Dagon, was a better one.
Lost in an uncontrolled maelstrom of thought, Selene reached absently for the coin she’d been given earlier that evening by the man named Wulf. She wasn’t sure why, exactly, but she found just holding the small piece of metal comforting, and she clutched it in her hand, bringing it close to her heart.
“May the Nine watch over their wayward daughter,” she whispered softly, seated alone in a dark corner of the tavern. “I pray you guide my hand, my blade, and keep me along the path of righteousness during this time of uncertainty...”
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There, Seraphin thought to himself. Things seemed to be relatively under control...or at least, as under control as one could possibly hope for, given the bizarre nature of the situation. The only advantage of the group’s tendency to bicker amongst one another was the fact that it meant they’d act as a series of checks and balances for one another. He could hardly keep his eye on every single one of them at the same time, after all; he’d have to hope that their own personal motivations would work in his favour, and that collectively, they’d keep the others from killing themselves.
As for Nina...the Commander found he shifted his weight a bit awkwardly as the dark haired woman winked at him, before she began tending to her weapon. Was he really that weak willed? By the blood of Tiber Septim, he had a job to do! Not only that, but she was a killer in the service of a Daedric Prince!
Idiot! You’re still staring at her!
He didn’t reply to her last comment, only attempted to very casually clear his throat...he wasn’t very good at putting on a facade. “You, uh, have a little blood, there,” he commented, gesturing at his own bottom lip, while trying to avoid looking at hers...
Where’s a group of Daedra when you need them?
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“I knew I should have bought that insurance a while back.” The inn’s proprietor laid his club along the counter, shaking his head. “At least then I could burn this gin house to the ground tomorrow. You know, cut my losses. But now I’m stuck with this place, and all the damage those lunatics upstairs are causing.” He looked at the man seated at the bar. “You’re not with them, are you?”
“That’s a bit of a complicated story.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” the barkeep huffed. “Say, now that I think about it, I don’t think I actually saw you walk in here earlier. What’d you say your name was again?”
The man in the Daedric armour looked up at the bartender. “My name? Why, Vanus Orion, of course,” the man replied calmly, his face hidden beneath a full metal helmet. “And please, don’t worry about me,” he added a bit smugly, gesturing at his ear beneath the Daedric exterior.
“I’m just here for the entertainment.”
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Post by shadow666 on Oct 11, 2010 3:52:10 GMT
<ooc> well she still wanted him to fix the injury he caused but no matter she isnt useless <ic> Nina smiled as the commander seemed to fumble about his words and then motioned to his lip. “You, uh, have a little blood, there,” he said and Nina reached up slowly and wiped it away with her free hand. "Thank you, dont want to blood ruin my appearance now do we?" she asked, the smile still present as she knew it would only affect the commander more.. after all if she had him on her side if a conflict ocurred, then she would have a powerful ally on her side. Wilfric's sarcasm however, made Nina wonder if the man really had a deathwish to be like that to everyone he met including his own allies. "With an attitude like that i can see how you have such a large variety of friends Wilfric" she responded, but he attention returned to the commander. "I think its time that i headed back down.. i believe the situation is finally under control.."
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 11, 2010 4:09:33 GMT
Wilfric gave Nina a sidelong look as she chastised him over his attitude. Was he supposed to be all happy and joking around? He had just failed in an assassination that he felt sure that he should have succeeded at - he had cut the cat's throat! He had seen the blood spray from his neck, felt it as it ran down his hands! Hell, just looking a few feet to his side on the floor he could see the great projectile spatter of blood that had resulted from it! How that cat had lived... - and had shattered his shoulder, which was currently bleeding heavily. Yes he was just a terrible, terrible sport. "... Again... I have been stabbed in the shoulder. I can tell just by shifting around a little that it's broken. I can't even use it. I supposedly killed Mehrunes again, only to find out that I had actually failed. I'm still bleeding out onto the floor, because no one has seen fit to help me at all. That old cat's still just staring off into space after snapping at me, the Commander is ignoring me in favor of bashfully looking upon you like a schoolchild, and you... Well, you're the best of the group I admit. You're at least grounded in reality, and for that I thank you. I'd probably be going insane from the lack of logic otherwise." Once more, black sarcasm dripped from Wilfric's words. What else did he have? He couldn't even stand up from where he was, he was still slumped against the wall, in a gradually spreading pool of his own blood. In fact, so much time had passed, that he was starting to feel a little bit woozy from it: He was holding it as tightly as he could to staunch the blood flow, of course, but quite frankly he was failing miserably at it. Yet they were so keen on bantering back and forth, that not one of them had stepped over to actually help him. Yet they were worried because he was being snarky... With a sigh of pure frustration, the nobleman leaned his head back against the wall, focusing on the ceiling instead of the others. He just felt... tired, now. Like he had just run a hundred leagues and gotten into a brawl with a bear or something. At least his shoulder didn't hurt anymore... Though the cold numbness that had replaced it was probably not good. Whatever. He didn't care at the moment. So long as it was good enough for him to rest a few moments, he was fine... Once he recovered, he could work on his contingency toward Ja'Rashi. He still had to kill the cat... Wilfric's eyes slowly drifted closed as he thought, his breathing slowing and steadying. You know... He wouldn't be too averse to just taking his rest there. It would spare him the need to talk back and forth with them... (Like Nova earlier, no rush, but someone with at least a little bit of healing skill would be incredibly useful right now... )
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 11, 2010 19:27:50 GMT
When Nina made clear her intention to head back downstairs to the tavern, Seraphin found himself nodding curtly in approval. “Yes, well...very good, then,” he stammered. Maybe he’d be needing that drink tonight, after all...
“...Again...I have been stabbed in the shoulder.” The Commander’s attention was drawn away from Nina, as Salazar began to gripe at the rest of the group about his own injuries. Interestingly enough, his plight was accompanied by a handful of jabs against the very people he was supposedly appealing to.
Seraphin sighed. “Dammit, Salazar. You go and pull some half cocked assassination attempt on another member of the unit, and now you’re whining about your own damn injuries to the rest of us. And not very well, I might add.” He shook his head as he made his way towards the bed in the far corner of the room. “You’re nothing if not original, I’ll give you that.”
Tearing a piece of fabric off the bed sheet, the Commander marched back towards Wilfric, and pressed the makeshift bandage against the man’s wound. “Here. Try to keep pressure on that, alright? I’ll head downstairs, see if there’s a healer handy. Unless, of course, you’d rather I left you to the tender mercies of Tamara over there.” He stood up and made for the stairs.
“Just...try not to die, or anything.”
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Selene was still safely tucked away in her own private corner of the tavern, Wulf’s coin still clutched tightly in her hand, when she heard footsteps moving towards her. She looked up to see Commander Caelius, regarding her curiously. “Artemis...are you alright?”
Selene considered the question carefully for a moment, before a faint smile played across her lips. “I will be,” she replied, standing up from her seat. “What can I do for you, Commander?”
“Salazar’s upstairs, in one of the guest rooms. Idiot managed to get himself stabbed in the shoulder. Don’t know if you knew about this or not, but there was some kind of incident involving him, and two of the Khajiits.”
Ja’Rashi... “So then that’s how he wound up outside...” Selene mused.
“What?”
“Uh, never mind. So you want me to head up there and see if I can do something for Wilfric?”
“If you could. The man’s a bit of a weasel, but I’ll feel bad if I just let him die all the same.”
Selene saluted crisply. “Don’t worry, sir. You can count on me!” she said, before darting up the stairs, only briefly taking notice of the man in Daedric armour at the counter who seemed to be coldly staring at her...
Leaving the Commander downstairs, Selene entered the room and quickly found Wilfric slumped against the wall, a generous amount of blood around him. He seemed almost unconscious, from what she could tell, his eyes almost closed and his breathing slow. Quickly, the Paladin rushed to the man’s side, placing a single hand against his chest. Fortunately, her expertise in restoration far exceeded that of her destruction.
Thin lines of bright blue magic wove themselves around Selene’s arm, as she concentrated first on sealing up the nobleman’s wound. As she did so, she carefully took her free hand and held it against the man’s face.
“Hey, are you still with us, Wilfric?” she asked with genuine concern.
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Post by shadow666 on Oct 12, 2010 1:17:37 GMT
As Nina found a place to sit down in the tavern part of the inn, she looked over as the commander came down and spoke to the paladin before she headed up the stairs. It would seem Wilfric was going to get the medical attention after all. Either way Nina didn't care now what would happen to him. The man had tried to kill the vessel of a daedric prince, and Mephala may have wanted the assassin to kill the noble for attempting such a feat, but SInce it appeared the khajiit was alive, and that another attempt would be impossible now, she had no problems with any of it now.
Looking down at the brandy in her hand she pondered about the current events that had taken place.. Her plans in seducing the commander seemed to be working perfectly, and it would all work in her favour now if she needed.. a favour. With how the situation was with most of the team members down one another's throats she couldnt help but laugh outloud a little about how the chancellor ever thought this would ever work with this rag tag group of people, trying to save all of tamriel from utter destruction.
After downing the warming liquor and signalling for a refill, her eyes gazed upon someone in full daedric armour, wich was interesting for a few second before Nina shrugged and looked back over to where the commander was, wondering what he was going to do now that he was there with Nina in the same room.
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Post by sibera on Oct 12, 2010 5:15:24 GMT
Ji'zahd looked at Ja'rashi as he got snarky, "He is a threat to you Ja'rashi but you are in no condition to just be up and marching off to kill him. You'd be dragged off to prison or killed for it." his ears twitched lightly. "He is a threat to you, Merrunz.. and probably anyone who tries to stop him. Eventually you will get your kill of him but now.. just bide your time. Plan it out rather than just execute him on the spot. By now I bet someone is helping the bastard with his shoulder injury. Despite any sort of intelligence stating otherwise." he added and looked around, figuring the Commander should of kicked wilfric out, killed him or had the nobles ass dragged off to prison for what he had done. For attempted murder was still a crime and it seemed seraphin just overlooked it.
It went against everything he understood of Imperials, law abiding, corrupt in some cases but the soldiers almost always followed the law. Unless Seraphin was being bribed by Willie, or just didnt care about the safety of those whom he was working with. Which was rather pathetic. Next time I wont hold back, the little bastard will fry... he thought, contemplating on electrocuting Wilfric and watching his body spasm from it. In his mind Salazar was a monster, one that needed to be dealt with.
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 13, 2010 23:35:45 GMT
Though the Commander gave Wilfric a parting shot as he finally bandaged the man's wounds, Wilfric himself gave no response. At least, not an intelligible one: He muttered something underneath his breath the only words loud enough to be discerned being: 'flatter yourself'. Seemed the nobleman was relatively tired of the bickering back and forth as well as simply being outright tired.
Of course, soon after the commander left another figure entered, only hazily noticed by Wilfric thanks to the footstep sound. The nobleman didn't bother to open his eyes as he was approached, keeping his head resting languidly on the wall behind him. If it was someone that was going to try and kill him he wouldn't be in a state to defend himself anyway. Nina was still in the room as well, so she may jump to his defense should he be assaulted... She had done so just a few moments ago, after all, though it had ended up badly.
He would have to remember to confront her after he was healed up, and ask her why she had done so. Of all the people, the other Daedra worshiper was the least expected of the allies he may have encountered...
"Hey, are you still with us, Wilfric?"
Feminine voice... Soft, but unrecognized. No speech slur. There were two options here: The silvery woman from earlier that had never spoken a word, or the Paladin girl that Wilfric had never bothered to meet up with. Given that the silvery woman tended to avoid contact at all much less speaking overtly, he was willing to bet on the latter.
"... Not unconscious, if that's what you mean..." Wilfric mumbled back in reply, his face scrunching up into a grimace as he felt the first weaves of restoration magic pouring into his shoulder. Though pain was always removed in restoration magic, there was always this... strange discomfort that came before hand. Kind of like the pins and needles feeling that you get when a part of your body falls asleep: A side effect of the nerves being manipulated by magic to ignore pain, he supposed. It removed all sensation, instead of just pain...
As he grimaced, the movement of his face alerted him to the light touch on his face, gone unnoticed beforehand. He supposed it was to check his status overall and seem soothing, but if she was going for 'motherly' she should at least have removed her gauntlets. As it was the steel armor was frigid against Wilfric's skin, and he already felt slightly cold thanks to the amount of blood lost... Still.
The nobleman's eyes cracked themselves open, mostly as a means of courtesy: He at least wanted to acknowledge the woman's presence - as well as make sure that he did in fact attribute his gratitude to the right woman - though staring through the blurry veil that had been pulled over his eyes was notably frustrating. His gaze didn't remain focused on her long, before his eyes slid closed again. His wound was... gone. He could tell by the sensation returning to his arm - and actually being able to feel below his shoulder again - that the magic had already faded but he was still exhausted. He would bother to get on his feet a little later.
"... Thanks." The nobleman murmured to Selene, inclining his head slightly forward in a rather weak attempt to nod. "Didn't expect your aid either, after my actions..."
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