The light begins to glint across the dagger, and that's all he needs. And probably more then he wants.<br/><br/>"<strong>You're right, my father wasn't a wood elf. He was a Satyr. And I told you why I'm out here already.<br/><br/>I'm a Paladin of Freedom. A holy warrior, sworn to combat tyranny and oppression wherever I find it. Whether from a Tyrant's Laws, a Slaver's Whip, or from a Criminal Lord's Grip on the community. I go where the gods see fit. Now, do I need to fight you for my bag back- or are you going to give it back so we can talk this out?</strong>"