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Vertusk rubs the back of his head. "Um, so.... How do you guys know eachother?" He asks. "Something to talk about?" Nothing really to say himself. "And about the woman, she is, um, quite something, she single?"

"So, she is single?" He pipes up. "If she is, I would love to know why none of you have made any advances... But I see, so I should be going then." He places Jacques's weapon on the ground. "It seems you guys have more than enough on your plate. I am in no way needed, since I have messed up my own share of prophecies." He nods. "Um, yeah, bye" He bows and makes his leave.

He rolls to Jacques's weapon, and aims, in one smooth, quick motion, flawless and only taking the blink of an eye. "You will not try to kill me, else it may end bad for the both of us." He keeps the gun trained, and grabs a knife from the counter to his right. He aims it at Gyro. "Don't you dare move either, I can aim and throw with excellent accuracy." He eyes Jarlaxle. "I would be careful was I you." He drops the weapons, and then sits with his legs cross legged. "Fine, you want info, I will give you info." He gets ready by thinking. "From the start?"

Vertusk sighs. "I once had to fight my way out of a room of Magic Men, um, its our term for Mages I guess. Two of which had a spell to turn me inside out, I think you can do the math, in fact, thats where I will start. Quick info though, I served in the Imperial Army for about thirty years, thats why I am touchy like that, its just been trained into me, there are traitors everywhere, and they always want you dead, spies, the like. Usually comrades don't threaten you, so its a good bet that they are either drunk, a spy, or a traitor. Anyway, after that I was doing office work, I hated it, so I left. Now I found work as a security guard for a bank." He sighs. "Yep, that was not fun. Then this happened, now I am here. Dresden you call it. I wandered around and fought in the civil war on both sides, whichever one was trying to kill me, I killed them first. I have a Magic called the Vurian magic, most have no idea its true name, but I do, I was smart enough to find an archives, yeah, its extremely offensive magic, can be anyway, I trained it as such. I can heal wounds and stuff, but nothing major. But yeah, thats pretty much it. Oh and I have been unable to access its power to its fullest of late. Its getting annoying, one of my main defenses has been stripped from me,"

"I was twenty five. I was still in secondary education, going onto my after eduction." He gets up, and grabs another beer. He puts it down empty a minute later. "Well, anyway, I need a weapon, not Jacques's. His doesn't feel balanced. But I like it, where did he get it, do you know?" He looks around, why was he here anyway? No reason to be, just he was. Was it fate, was it something out of his control, most likely.

"Sorry" Vertusk grumbles. "Well then, I guess I will have to find one. I will be right back." He starts out, then turns and grabs Jacques's weapon. He heads out and finds a soldier with an almost alike gun. That was easier than he thought. "Hey!" The soldier shoots at him. He ducks behind a wall. Maybe not.... He sees a rugged man dodge out and shoot back. He had the same exact one Jacques had. "Hey! You wouldn't know where you got that, would you?"

"That information is something I can't give out, but I can lead you in the right direction. Think Airship." The man says. "You should find a Captain name Charlie, he will lead you in the right direction. But you have one, unless that isn't yours?" He laughs. "Whatever your situation is, Charlie will help you." He runs off. Vertusk gets up and finds his way to a dock yard. He looks around.

"Wow, its a sight for sore eyes. So familiar. Its like I am back home!" He wanders around. He finds a guide. "Um, Charlie, he is the captain?" She looks down to her list and points him to a wicked looking warbird of a ship. He heads to it. He gets on board with little resistance. He asks for the captain, and they lead him right there. He heads inside to a rather nice looking stateroom. "I am Vertusk Khilack, and I need a weapon. This one is a man named Jacques's, and I can't just take it." He explains.

"Then you have come to the right place. I can get you one. You do magics?" He Charlie shows him to a weapon armory. Vertusk nods. "Then here, I can give you a weapon just like his. But you don't want that, else you would take his weapon." Vertusk picks up a rifle, and feels it. It was very balanced, and easy to handle. But he thought it couldn't deliver the power. He sets it down and picks up another one. He checks it, and aims it. Gold erupts from the barrel as he shoots it. It aimed well, and was fairly accurate. "You want that one? Well, its older, but has been useful to those that used it. I guess, it should serve you well. And you need clothes?" Vertusk shakes his head, and takes off his robe. Underneath was a tunic and very nice pants, and a long sleeve gold shirt. "Fine, I guess you are well off. We will keep an eye on you until we know you aren't evil or something." They part with that and Vertusk comes back to the hideout with his new weapon.

With Jacques' help they dug the grave in a matter of two hours. She wanted to barf looking at what she had done to the body, but together her and Jac got it positioned nicely in the grave and burried. Kahlan didn't know the angel's name se she couldn't put a name to the grave.
"I guess this will have to do, let's get back." She walked back into the city, Jacques beside her.
They made it back and found Vertusk walking back at the same time. Kahlan was curious to what he had been up to, but when he greeted her with a weapon she new he hadn't had before she knew.
"Making new friends? Only the soldiers have legal stashes of weapons right now." Kahlan asked suspiciously.

I poked my head out of the door and saw Jac and Kahlan, "Hey guys. Vertusk and us had some sharing going on, he's ok but too quiet in my opinion. Anyway he knows about us and we know about him, not really a surprise but he was in the army....so yeah anyway I'm just...gonna go leave you three to awkwardness." I pulled my head back in the house and went back to my seat. Those two where really untrustworthy with this guy, he was ok in my opinion....