08-25-2016, 08:09 PM
"We come in peace," the leaner one replies quickly before the meaner one could open his mouth.
As they arrive to the edge of the darkmantle cavern he throws Portho's torch to the ground, conveniently close to Torin so that he could pick it up with a single step easily.
"Yours we suppose."
After a brief pause he adds.
"We came to parlay, with your consent."
He stops here, as if waiting for approval to proceed.
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As they arrive to the edge of the darkmantle cavern he throws Portho's torch to the ground, conveniently close to Torin so that he could pick it up with a single step easily.
"Yours we suppose."
After a brief pause he adds.
"We came to parlay, with your consent."
He stops here, as if waiting for approval to proceed.
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