Snippet #1906402

Munashii wasn't in the mood to be bothered by anyone, so he took a meditative stance in the stable, in the sunlight. If he ever did need it, he would need to stay in direct sunlight for the next couple hours or so to steer clear from any fatal wounds. He observed those around him, and time seemed to speed up as people began to enter. By the time the concealed figure entered, he had already absorbed a large amount, and his skin was once again a fair pale, seeming almost unhealthy in it's brightness. He sensed no hostility coming from the man, and so he let his mind wander.

"What a nice inn, don't you think?"
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"What do you think of him then, with his sword as small as him. You need a real sword if you wanna do anything"
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"So then will you be staying here at this inn boy, or will you going to the Tournament grounds. I can only assume you indulge yourself in the less than honorable arts of thievery and guile, I'm sure some one like you can find a purpose, eh?"

Dice began to roll in his head... 4... Nothing appeared to happen.

Munashii opened his eyes, and glanced about. He had sensed that the man was big, but he was bigger than himself, which was a tad bit surprising. Well, there must be a lot of things to be seen on the main land. The man he was talking to was about a foot shorter than Munashii, who didn't seem to stand out much. He blended too well, obviously some sort of rogue. That was the concealed presence he sensed earlier.

He opened his eyes and casually joined into the conversation by watching