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With an amused look, Dreggan noticed how quickly the new guard was dispatched by an elf. Chuckling, he turned to Matt.
"Oh look, another one bites the dust! If this keeps up, they'll have the serving wenches standing a post very soon!"
Following the elf with his eyes, Dreggan decided to find out more about him. Deftly, he removed one of his needles from his left arm guard and threw it with amazing precision. It stuck in the wall with a slight "ping", a mere 2 inches from the elf's head.
Without any display of emotion whatsoever, the fighter removed the needle and inspected it, not even looking up to scan the crowd for the source of this thing.
Slightly irritated by the display of nonchalance, Dreggan made his way to the elf.
"Well, well, aren't we the eye of the storm and all. Sitting there so calm and collected like that. You look almost tranquil, elf. One with the universe and all that? So what brings you here?"
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