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- Posted: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 01:40:09 +0000
"Certainty of death. Small chance of success...
A smirk crossed Nathaniel's face, he enjoyed capturing the attention of people. It mattered to him not if it held positive or negative influence just that people noticed him was enough. Taking a long drink he made the flame increase in size and swirl around his hand. The flame circled his hand faster and faster until he finished his drink. Nathaniel set the empty tankard back on the bar then clenched his fist extinguishing the flame. Yawning he stood from the bar and stretched and slowly made his way to the exit his greaves making the familiar clanking noise as he moved. As he walked he waved a temporary farewell the innkeeper.
...What are we waiting for?"