[center][h2]Desmond Wathen
The Eye of the Beholder Inn
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As Desmond excepted, the man's grip was tight and it hurts. Though he did not expect the spit and feeling the wet saliva on his hand was not a good feeling. Disgusting really but, Desmond tried his best to not seem grossed out or uncomfortable to Valgo. But, at least Desmond knows to prepare for the future if they handshake again. "And I will honor our deal and get your things. Do not worry about that," Desmond smiled though mainly to cover the pained expression his face wanted to do. 

When it was over, Desmond expected Valgo to say something more or just leave but he did neither. Valgo just looking around and Desmond was wondering what he was doing. Then, the question was asked and he was a bit suspired that Valgo would ask him that. "No, Valgo, I am not a blightborn. I am a normal human," he motioned to the several clearly eaten chicken wings. "I eat normal food and not... people. Saying that last part as a whisper. Desmond sighed, "Though I have not meet a blightborn and I just know what other people have said and it is nothing good." 

Desmond took a long sip from his drink and continued, "but I am now here and have to live with them so might as well learn more about them and what not." Sounding a bit cautious and looking around a bit. "But yeah, I am not a blightborn and well... you have any others questions you want to ask me?" 

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