Noticing the commotion outside, he takes his leave from Kinnan and goes to see what it's all about. He sits down on a nearby stone and takes the opportunity to sharpen and polish his saber, which has a brass heron mark on the guard, marking him a blademaster. Looking up from his work, he casually observes as the events unfold around the hurt Zukki. -- Quanshaire RP board

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Subject: Noticing the commotion outside, he takes his leave from Kinnan and goes to see what it's all about. He sits down on a nearby stone and takes the opportunity to sharpen and polish his saber, which has a brass heron mark on the guard, marking him a blademaster. Looking up from his work, he casually observes as the events unfold around the hurt Zukki.

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Jack Styles
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Date Posted: 12:47:49 04/29/02 Mon
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**Finishes her fight with Diasessa and strides over to the group of beast gathered around the campsite. She picks up her leather bag and walks calmly over to where Zukki lies, limping only slightly. She sighs and rolls her eyes as she kneels down to examine his wounds. As she works, she mutters to herself.** Little twerp....serves him right, running around like a mad beast. **Binds his wounds, and uncorcks a small vial, holding it in front of his nose. It's potent smell wakes him almost instantly, and she stands up, shaking her head, and moving on to the next casualty.** (NT) Cirla 13:52:29 04/29/02 Mon

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