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I was once a Knight of the Royal Council of Belgica. We were formed to assist the king with the protection of the people. For five years we served the king and the people well... The king rewarded every one of us with such a blade.

 

Jun'Ko smiles when she's remebering the lost time

Soon her voice sounds sad and she makes a sigh.

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I am a Bard

 

Seran says with a grin on my face,

 

I am also a Monk, Nobleman, Commoner, Pawper, Sailor, Guard...But the more leraned of my friends would tell you other wise,

 

Before I reveal my true profession to you I would like to know why you were giving this assasin a thrashing,

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Well in that case I have nothing to fear then! Seran Ue, Assasin Poet & Master of Disguise at your service,

 

Says Seran Ue with a cheery grin on his face as he lifts his Brandy and drinks.

 

Infact I can help you, I know how an assasin's mind works. Take me to him & I will aid you in your investigation,

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Nay, it is fine you may stay!

 

Replied Seran as he popped off the Assasin's bracers.

 

Now I should like to know everything you know about this Assassin, before he wakes up

 

Said Seran as he lay his lute down on the table next to the bed and looked at the assassin's mutelated jaw. He stroked his Gotae as he forumlated his plan.

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Seran strokes his gotae once again. He grins for a moment before starting to reciete a poem to the assassin laying on the bed in the hope of making him break under pressure...

 

Ode to the Dead Assassin:

 

How are you my dear friend?

What lies for your around the bend?

Perhaps you will live or perhaps you will die,

Your life depends on whether or not you lie!

 

Now i ask you this my devious friend,

Would a dagger to the back would be a fitting end?

A fitting end for someone who has taken life away from this place,

This tavern of peace & sarenity, I can tell you are scared by the look on your face,

 

So what say you about Titanius Iglesias friend?

Tell me about his grewsome end.

And where his body lies, if he is dead at all?

Reveal your secret now my friend or you shall surely take the fall!

 

Who has paid you to do this unspeakable dead my friend?

I will interrogate you for the rest of your life, infite time i have to spend!

So spill the beans & reveal yourself, for surely you will die!

IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHERE THIS BODY DOES LIE!

 

FOR I AM NO MERE BARD MY FRIEND!

I AM AN ASSASSIN LIKE YOU, AND I WILL BE YOUR END!

SO REVEAL YOUR SECRET TO ME, OR YOU SHAL SURELY DIE!

I ASK YOU FOR THE LAST TIME WHERE DOES THE BODY LIE???

 

The assasin begins to become very afraid as Seran continues to rant and rave sending spit flying in his face. His fear is climaxed as Seran pulls a tanto concealed by an ankle strap under his pants and raises it to strike....

 

TELL ME WHERE THE BODY LIES!!!

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Misanthrope walks in, the harsh winds freeze his cape motionless, he breaks the cape off, sits down at the bar, and surveys the scene, as he stares at everyone, he orders some greif, he checks his back.

 

argh, not again, those bloody guars stole my dagger again

 

Misanthrope relaxes, and continues to look around...

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