<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Indeed it is a pleasure. As for the stories, I'd say about as heroic as getting a claw to the face or a dagger across the throat ever is. In short, it sure doesn't feel very heroic when it happens, just painful, but at least you've got a scar to prove you're tough."</i></span>Thuren says, returning the toasting gesture.<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"As for how I got them, this one-</i></span>Thuren points to the claw marks.<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>-these were courtesy of a dire wolf, a rather nasty piece of work I had the misfortune to run into when I was starting out. Thing half chewed my arm off before I could kill it. The one on my throat is a tad more recent. I found work as part of a nautical expedition, hunting down pirates on the Great Sea. We found 'em just fine, and I was managing to hold my own against three particularly nasty pieces of work, when one of their buddies managed to sneak up behind me and put a knife to my throat. Needless to say, things went downhill from there."</i></span>The mercenary shrugs, taking a deep drink of his wine. He's obviously no stranger to alcohol, in fact, he looks like he could drink a Tauren under the table.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Still, I'm alive, and the best stories are the ones you survive to tell. Especially if you happen to be telling said stories to a pretty lady."</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>