Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160301230548/@comment-24141785-20160307001645

"The entire outpost is the definition of low-profile." The Redguard explained, "An outpost out in the middle of nowhere... Only time it's relevant is when it serves as a slave camp...

"Yes, to us it may be nothing more than a mission of revenge. But like I said, it benefits us both: you'll be finding yourself in opportunities in your favour."

'But hey, it doesn't matter what I say... Because I know for a fact that one of you is definitely going - either with or without the group." The man shrugged as he gestured to the Breton, the man growing frustrated.

"Taljn's right... This is a fucking waste of time."

"Didn't think you felt so low about your Uncle, Gabe." The Redguard calmly retorted, slightly proud of his accomplishments...

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''That... That cannot be true...''

Everytbing made sense now. All this time, it was like something - or someons - was foreshadowing this event. The Breton fell deathily quiet, completely speechless: shocked and confused.

"It's your decision to make." Armiel murmured to Talin, "If you want to do it and leave some here, or if you want to ignore my offering: that's fine. I'm just bringing up an opportunity that can benefit both of us."