Augor strapped his axe back on his back, shaking his head. For a moment, he thought that Mark had said fifty years, but realised he must have said fifteen. Still, even that was surprising looking at him. Taking a step forward, he looked Mark in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Well said, friend" Augor nodded approvingly, "I apologise in advance, but let's see how prepared you really are", and without another second's warning let out a swift, but weak punch at Mark. He aimed it so that it would but appear to Mark that he was about to be struck, but should miss him harmlessly if he did not react in time.