<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>5(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>3[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>The people seemed to work out what he wanted on their own... simple city folk maybe, but not stupid, good people. His eyes hardened at the mention of the gate, even as he returned the watchman's salute with his own. A mortal, keeping so many people relatively safe and together through all this? Brave soul, he'd have to keep an eye on that one.<br/><br/>He turned to his companions. "We'll make all speed Lady Fox, but I still fear Deng's not running. Gates work<em>both</em>ways... and I don't want to find out what he might be bringing<em>in</em>."<br/><br/>Turning he began striding toward the docks with a measured, implacable tread.