<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;">"You sell yourself short, Gabriel." Azzir said with a small chuckle. "It is that very ability to not find death and come out victorious that is the talent I wish to cultivate. I want to see it grow." He explained. Of course, it came of little surprise that Gabriel would want something more solid than vague promises and suggestions that he could provide these things, but then he had already gone about securing reason enough for Gabriel to come with him. He reached beneath the cloak and held his hand there, "You care for so little these days." He mused, before revealing his real ploy, "But that wasn't always the case, was it?" His words were punctuated by the removal of his hand from his cloak which also produced a piece of jewelry. A necklace of beads, handcrafted in an unmistakable fashion. It was a trinket from Gabriel's home, before all of this, from before the events that had lead him down this path.<br/><br/>Tannik reached out and placed the beads on the table between them, and with his hand removed the aquamarine charm attached to the part of the necklace that had been hidden away gave away it's true meaning. This necklace had once belonged to Kara. "There are truths about your past that you are unaware of. Truths that I know. That I will be willing to share with you, and even assist you with... For your cooperation." <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/>