[i]Olythran happened to find that bullshit as well, but not necessarily in a negative manner. Instead of snapping, he only looked upon Treyman with what seemed to have been awe, and yet almost amazement, too.[/i] [u]"That actually happened? Either that army was a complete joke, or that General needs to teach me how to do shit like that." [/u] [i]The knight chuckled to himself quietly, chugging down the last remaining drops of his whiskey before setting the empty bottle down onto the surface of the wooden table.[/i] [u]"Best I've done anyway is descend into The Old Chaos and sacrifice myself for the safety of my city...and yet, I still lived somehow, instead of sacrificing my soul like my brothers and sisters and my King, the Ivory King, who plunged into the flame with the ambition to stop its wrath. It worked...but at the cost of his life."[/u] [u]"I've got a pair of fisticuffs lying around in my apartment...ought to try 'em out sometime, really. I'm not exactly with this...er, Dojo. Man, people talk shit about that place. I don't think it's that bad...is it?"[/u] [i]Mara, to say the least - had heard of the Dojo's reputation of harboring wanted criminals, mass murderers, and overall undesirables. She knew a couple of names, what some looked like, and who to watch out for in general. But she was still asking Treyman, a person who, in her not-so sober state, she hoped would tell the truth.[/i]