Stryker sheathed his blade. "Faeg i-varv dîn na lanc a nu ranc (Their armour is weak at the neck and beneath the arm.), he said. "One thing my father did teach me about fighting." He walked over to where the wizard was standing. Jesse's staff faded until it lookes harmless once again.
Stryker said that indead he would join Jesse, as his buessness in the area was now finished. He was glad Jesse had not yet left. "I returned to you at an interesting time, it seems. I am not armed to go on a long journey, however." he said. Realising the stupidity of the comment he bent and picked up the Orc's long blade. While obviously too heavy for the man of only 16 years, Stryker straped it next to his two shorter knives. He sat at the bar and ordered a water.
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-"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the Shadow. You cannot pass!"
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