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Julien frowned at the dracon, almost wishing that he could just stab the foul creature and get things over with. It was these dirty beasts that supposedly led the mighty dragons into near extinction; they adulterated dragon eggs and produced these ugly, stinky creatures. Pah! Eying the evil creature slightly, Jules moved toward this tavern and carelessly entered through the doors.
When the two elf maids approached him, he flinched slightly at their presence. He shook off the greeting and proceeded deeper inside. It was the throwing daggers impaled deep in a target of some sorts that piqued Julien's interests. Walking over, he regarded the inhabitants of the place with a sort of dislike. Was it always this lame on Arios?? Pulling a dagger from his belt sheath, he stood with his feet even in front of the target for a brief moment. Aiming, he lifted the dagger over his shoulder while holding the hilt between his four fingers and thumb: in a grip similar to the one used for holding a mug. He then flicked it as he stepped forward, intending to make it spin to add speed and accuracy to the throw.
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