OOC: My, apologies, Flint. The other rp i am doing, there are two dwarves and one is named Flint.
Patholos, talking to Flogir
"Thank you, Thank you, the Dread Father be Praised! He has given us victory!" No emotion was on his as he looked into Flogir's eyes. Then he gazed down into his hand and watched Flogir offer back the blade. A look of confusion passed over Patholos' face, then he snatched the dagger away.
"Thank you, and thank the man you were with. This is the first time I was able to feel comradery, and it feels good. I must speak with a Elder, or someone who can ease my mind. I have to clear it..., can you take me to one?"
Patholos, for the first time since the accident, had started to cry. The tears were blood.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
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