[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent]The merchant wiped his brow as he readied another crossbow bolt, sweaty with the heat of both the sun overhead, and the burning farmhouses radiating from the north. He took a moment to glance down at his clothing, covered in grime and blood, the flow of which only stopped due to that... magic. He shivered, it did not bode well to owe his life so many times to a god of  strange, foreign land. But, what could he do? Not fight? Run and cower while his allies waded valiantly into they fray? Zarif was a merchant at heart, but he was still a man, he wouldn't hide. 

Lining up another dangerous charge, he braced himself. More like than not, He'd be accepting another of Zuzu's [i]blessings[/i] in a few moments but... he could take him down, and time was of the essence. He had a clear shot forward, not many enemies for some time yet. readying his bow, Salador charged towards the lone brigand, Zarif easily planted a bolt in his side, though ate a glancing blow from a hatchet to his left arm. With just enough momentum, Zarif flicked his body backwards just as the camel rode past, and planted a second bolt between his eyes this time, with a perfect parting shot

[center][sub][i]Zarif moves to D-11 and attacks the Axe BRIGAND #1 with his Bronze Crossbow, hitting twice and dealing 18 damage, taking 13 damage, killing the brigand, and earning 20xp. He then moves to E-16. [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]


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