Name: Lin-Xhao<br/>Location: Portal Fort, outside<br/><br/>Lin assists outside the gate as best he is able, clearing the bodies from the road and gathering anything the guards may be able to use. As he works, he spots that even this final line of defense against the darkness is starting to fall to corruption, as evidenced by the disposal of the bodies being turned into a game, the guards seeing how far they can throw them off the cliff and placing bets on if one could hit a particular rock on the way down, as well as the gathering of resources, half of everything that should be going into the chests for the fort armory being slipped into packs or belt pouches when they see nobody watching. Lin shakes his head.<br/><br/>"Friends, please, some respect for the dead. You are above such pettiness. And the fort needs all the help it can get, hording resources will only hinder you all. Actions such as these only welcome the influence of this world, and if any part of this place must remain pure at all costs, it is here."<br/><br/>The centaurs merely brush him off, the largest walking up to him and laughing, towering over him. "Oh please, like some fun and games and a little extra pay will mean the end of the world. Here shrimp, buy yourself a girlfriend. There's a warhorse in the stables tight enough then even someone as tiny as you could get off. Maybe you'll get lucky and earn some hooves of your own." he chuckles, tossing a small pouch towards him and leading the rest of the guards back inside.<br/><br/>Lin peeks inside the pouch. Six tiny, low quality gems sit inside. Lin frowns at the insult, but closes the pouch and pockets it anyway. It was poor manners to refuse a gift, even one given in the spirit such as this one.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gem Count: 6<br/>Corruption: 0<br/>Transformations: None</div></div>