Challenge.

[Skoll]

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More replyage! Skoll's eyes narrowed fractionally, and his body tensed. His blood would have run cold, had the possibility not been lingering in the back of his mind. He had expected to hear back from somebody about that incident, and it appeared as if the kidnapper's partner had come by to answer for his actions. Skoll's right hand moved a few millimeters closer to the axe-handle jutting from his pack. The two could explode into action at any moment, but the stranger remained motionless, his cold, emotionless eyes staring back into Skoll's own. "Is that so?" he replied dangerously, to which the stranger only nodded. His hand stopped a few inches away from the axe, and Skoll's posture turned, his weapon pack facing slightly away from the stranger. This wasn't a good situation. He had just healed from his battle with SteelRose. As if emerging from that very memory, the smell of Lubomir entered the air. No... a voice in his head whispered. He didn't want to be looking after anyone for this. Lubomir was a valiant soul, but if this got ugly again, Skoll couldn't ensure that he could keep both himself and his packmate alive. "You see, he was on a mission to kill you. A mission assigned to him by a group called GreyClaw." The straightforwardness of the information caught him off-guard, the sheer frankness of the confession was startling. Nevertheless, this stranger exhibited no sign of outward aggression or feeling, not a twitch or a raised hackle...he was completely composed. "GreyClaw?" he returned, making it evident in his tone that he had never heard of such a place. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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