| The flap of the tent Auric and Quietstorm were in whooshed open, and without a second's hesitation, Auric's expression changed to a dead seriousness, his slim blade drawn. "The one thing I cannot tolerate is the mistreatment of women. Neither Aasiyah or Titianna are whores for your benefit, Jael and neither of them chose to be auctioned off." He said, his tone had the same amount of heat as white hot metal in a forge. The blade of his sword errupted into a bright flame, the rage evident in his eyes. "Here I thought you were the honorable sort of man, but now I see you for your true colors; a greedy, conniving little man who cares for nothing but his own gain at the expense of others." He said, his voice was as grim as his face as he took an aggressive step forward. His muscles rippled with anger, anger at Jael for decieving everyone and angry that his cover had been blown. Now the band knew of his heritage and now they would most likely turn him in to the Evers'ilanceian government to be executed.
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