A pale man was laying on the ground, after accidentally tripping someone in his unconscious state. He awoke soon after, feeling at where a bruise might form soon, from the other's boot. He noticed there was a light, some sort of glowing plant, and a man was holding it. Lifting himself from the ground and moving his bleach-whtie hair from his face, the pale man looked the other straight in the eye, his own golden eyes piercing deep, but had to look down, as he was a good four, five inches taller than the other man. "You know, you could've watched where you were going." His rasped, deep voice echoing off the walls. "Where are we? Why are we here? What is this place? Who are you? Are you the one who brought me here? Well.." he flourished talon-like fingernails, "I can thank you for saving me from the authorities, but if you mean to kill me, you are sorrily mistaken." With that, the man moved himself into a fighting position, ready for whatever the other would throw at him.

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Sa souvraya niende misain ye - I am lost in my own mind.
Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya - Luck is a horse to ride like any other.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain - It is time to roll the dice.
Nesune iro gavane domorakashi? - Speak we what language?
!(/Dirge\)!