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The young man looked at the scorpion-bannered tribe with irritated glares, his hand lightly gripping the katana at his hip. He paused for a moment however, remembering his current situation. It would be foolish for Dualitas would be a fool to fight them all alone, at least at this range. "So... What is it exactly that you want from me? I... Really don't have time for this, and you don't look like traders or merchants.." (Diplomacy 31) His well-built physique was covered by a large brown hooded cloak, bits of his hair peeking out from the hood.