| The mercenary grinned and nodded in thanks. He caught up to one of the carriages in the caravan and leapt onto it, a flurry of snow chasing in his wake. He shook his head, loosing snow about.
"... I'll do anything to get out of this frozen hell," said the seated figure, a blade in his hands.
"Aye, I agree to that," cut in the warrior, but the figure didn't reply, freezing his sword before the audience.
"A Spellblader? What kinda caravan can afford that?"
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |