Rufus stares blankly at one of the posters - particularly the one with the image of his colleague, Aeron, emblazoned on it, for several moments before finally moving his lips to speak, his tone one of mild astonishment and disturbance.
"By the Twelve... -this- is what they were talking about back then? What in the name of all that is reasonable was he thinking when he signed up for this? It's not as though he's hard-off for coin... -wait, what does this...? 'When someone gets me in a tight spot, Bronco always loosens me up'...?"
A light shudder rolls down the midlander's back, before he quietly and quickly shifting on his heels to face the other direction, calmly but briskly fleeing from the vicinity of the poster, the image burned into his mind's eyes forever more.
"By the Twelve... -this- is what they were talking about back then? What in the name of all that is reasonable was he thinking when he signed up for this? It's not as though he's hard-off for coin... -wait, what does this...? 'When someone gets me in a tight spot, Bronco always loosens me up'...?"
A light shudder rolls down the midlander's back, before he quietly and quickly shifting on his heels to face the other direction, calmly but briskly fleeing from the vicinity of the poster, the image burned into his mind's eyes forever more.
"My anger, pain and sadness—shall be your loss."
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