<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Be it by the grace of the mask hiding his features, or a genuine lack of worry, Azzir did not flinch as the hand came out and gripped at the cloak he wore. He remained still, never turning his gaze away from Gabriel. "You're not hostage to anyone or anything, Gabriel." He muttered in reply, violet hues narrowing harshly on the other man. You speak of impossibilities, yet I am here to tell you that they are only impossible by your limited view of life." Once released, Tannik settled back into his seat and rolled his neck from side to side. "Because my view of things is more complete than yours does not mean that I'm all-knowing, Gabriel. I simply know that what you believe to be the truth is, in fact, a fallacy. I've not had a reason to investigate it further.. Until now." He explained, "It does me no good to make promises I don't intend to keep. I'm in need of your aid, and helping you helps me. This is a partnership of sorts my friend."<br/><br/>Azzir cleared his throat and resettled his hands on the table. "I acquired that necklace from a man named Clayton Wiess. A man who claimed that the group of mercenaries he had been working with had raided a village and then divided into two groups. He heard later that one part of their group had been... Eradicated by the few survivors of that village." He said slyly, "Does this story sound familiar?"<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>