<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179073.msg8951035#msg8951035">Quote from: spooky on 24-09-2013, 01:11:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mark walked toward Tha'ael before taking his place a little furth back in the line, "Well whose fault is it that you're more likely to be a pincushion then a sheath this day? I'd call that an occupational hazard."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tha'ael pauses in the pool of light cast by a strange, glowing rod... "Oh, and NOW there's volunteers, yeah?"  The tall, ashen-skinned woman laughs as her form bleeds, like ink in water, into the darkness.  "So long as you can fill a scabbard and not fall out, make a bet on it, gents."  She grins over her shoulder at Elise.  "And ladies too, if y'like.  Whatever keeps us from gettin' gutted and drawn down 'ere is good with me."<br/><br/>She sighs from the dark, her pale face only visible at one edge like a crescent moon fading into the night sky.  "Right... off to get slaughtered, then," she hisses and slips ahead to check for traps, sentries, and other occupational hazards.