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by Locust on Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:59 pm
Zanac was a little taken back by the dark nature of the individual infront of him. The question he was asked made him think for a moment on what to respond with. He didn't want to be rude, but usually when people asked about his friend, it was to harm her in some way, or something worse. This man did seem a little different, if not anything; distracted, and his question seemed innocent enough. The item in his hand seemed interesting to him, but Zanac never saw what it was. Fixing his armor, Zanac straightened himself before answering the man.
Keeping a calm voice and a steady eye Zanac said calmly in a friendly tone, "She is my companion, and I am her guardian. We have been together for a year now. As far as her being lucky, lets just say she is...different. She doesn't do it to mean harm, it just sort of happens."
Realizing that he had been rude to the individual, Zanac quickly extended his hand in greeting and said, "I am Zanac M'Altair, I am actually new here, and if you could, can you help show us around?"
Zanac hoped that the man before him wasn't as anti-social as he seemed. In all his travels Zanac had met far too many people who would sooner gut him like a fish, then help him out. The world seemed to be cooling off in the manners department, everyone was always on edge and no one wanted to help another. This upset Zanac, who was a merchants son and met many people, always figured that the world was a place filled with pleasent things. The past year had proven him wrong. Fighting, death, violence, it all seemed like a weighted lode stone on the back of the strong fighter. His world was shattered by these things, but he always remained happy and pleasent, being that beam of light in the dark embrace of a chaotic world.
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