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mercenaries were a fickle race, thorn had come to learn -- and ruenna had come to find out. his features turned downward in a frown, for the name was unfamiliar to him and meant little to the eyjolfur. it would not be a name he forgot soon.

when the brute shifted to glance upon the sylph, he was surprised to find that ruenna's gaze bore into him; there was a beseeching intensity to her gaze he could not ignore. the onyx serpent dipped his head in somber acknowledgment to her deploring words -- rest assured, thorn spared stigmata no expense when it came to communication. "i will tell him at once."