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Falstaff has been standing there
for a while. It just took you a bit to
notice him. He grins at your
surprise. The smile is slightly more mocking
but no less friendly than the other
Drow Slayers. Youve grown accustomed
to each of them bearing an exact
likeness to the others but youve never
seen such a jaunty, challenging
posture on any of them. The black hair and
eyes, the athletic frame and determination
are the same but a special
ferocity and humor grace his handsome
face. A Morganti Dagger spins idly
through his fingers, almost hypnotizing.
Its evidently hypnotizing to
others too, as the Rogue casually
lifts a pouch of gold off a passing
merchant while the man is distracted.
Catching your gaze, he gives an
unrepentant shrug. Just as
nimbly, he slips the pouch into the open pack
of a passing newbie. Im a
Guardian, like the others. They help in their
way, I just help in mine.
His eyes focus on something on your shoulder.
When you check, theres nothing there.
Turning back, hes vanished.
Falstaff is single.
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