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Banditblade looked over her again. She did have an air of authority about her. He squinted at her, then smiled at her threat, something rare and a once-in-a-lifetime thing for those seeing it. "Sure. I'm a warrior. I am also a blacksmith of sorts. I'm no housemaid; I won't be sitting, waiting for something to happen." Banditblade cautioned, his ears flicking and his nose twitching.

"I can make anything from daggers to lances. I can make armor, swords, whips, bow and arrows, and so on and so forth..." The male explained He had no weapons on himself at the moment. His plan was to settle down somewhere and make a few, maybe even sell some on the streets or something.... barter them off even. Banditblade thought he had a slim chance of getting into this tribe, so he tried to sound a bit more enthusiastic and uppity, but with little luck. The dingo never had any luck on his side.


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