Vejjin - Garbage Dump - Alabar, Branchwood

Vejjen was curious of the loud chant that took place moments before, what the hell was it, it flooded his mind and kept the adrenaline in his veins. He looked around and was surprised to see another being standing next to the bulky soldier. Vejjen observed to frail man as a healer, and when he spoke of pukeweed Vejjin nodded with a great grin on his face.

But just as quickly the grin left him as great gusts of unknown origin wrapped around the area in which the previous voice originated. Vejjen jumped back surprised, but as soon as a surprised figure appeared from the gust, he jumped forward, holding his polearm an inch from the trachea of the culprit.

"The Alabar guardship of Branchwood places you underarrest, stand down or die here!", he shouted aggressively. He saw the man, and he carried an Atles brooch.

"Listen, your out numbered three to one, give up", Vejjen tried to reaso n authoratively.

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