"You gonna show me what ya got Erik?" said Cian as he mimicked the pose of a fist-fighter. Erik shook his head, "I took the Fist of Rhalgr for like two weeks when I was seven. I know only the barest basics. I hated fist-fighting." Cian laughed, "Was it to much for your soft and supple hands." he jested. Erik glared but was silent. Cian stopped walking, his eyes wide in joy, "Seven hells... I was joking... Was that the reason?!?" Erik walked in frustration as Cian laughed and laughed, resisting the urge to show the midlander his skill, such as it is.
As Cian calmed himself, they entered the Pugilist Guild. Erik approached the Guild Receptionist, "I am Sergeant Mynhier, Immortal Flames." he said as he presented his papers. "We need to speak with Master Hamon."
As Cian calmed himself, they entered the Pugilist Guild. Erik approached the Guild Receptionist, "I am Sergeant Mynhier, Immortal Flames." he said as he presented his papers. "We need to speak with Master Hamon."
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