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Iternus, the seasoned diplomat and ex-military esh'lahier said nothing as the arm landed on the table. He regarded it with a genuine and probing stare but after only turned back to Colin. He had not known, nor had anyone of Imperia, that the undead had taken residence in the hull of the once-city Archadoon. It was apparent that more aid and arms would be needed. His first concern however, was the saftey of his men. It was imperative that they be secured...after all, were they to be lost it would be a political disaster in the already (and allegedly, isolationist) citizens of imperia.
Iternus looked to Colin and nodded firmly. They were here and had pledge their support. Finishing the last of the soup (which was better then he had expected, and he said so) he thanked Colin. "Anything you need sir, we are yours. We will set camp here near the gates." He waited to see if Colin the barabarian had anything else to contribute, and if not the shadow kin extended the man a deep bow and walked off to give orders. They had to get ready before the sun set if there were undead about. He didn't know, but had a bad feeling about this.
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