Mav Halo
Mean, mean stride.
[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Aver Brand"]
Kark, the brass pair on this kid. Almost impressive.
Almost.
"Recompense is that you get to walk away, alive and under your own power, burc'ya." He rested his head the palm of one of his hands, the other dropping from view without any attempt to be subtle. "And to clear up any misunderstandings that might be rattling around in that leaky brain pan of yours, where I'm from, Vhettiya? When someone calls you a burc'ya, a friend, we generally mean anything but."There was that expression again. The one that was a smile and yet wasn't all at the same time.
"So how about you get along now, nice and easy, while things remain all nice and civil like."