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Xamot moves toward them casually. "Not at all, I am just killing two birds with one stone so to speak. I was on my way to see the Colonel when I saw Thomas, when he mentioned he was coming here I decided I would come and see how you faired with the Empress."

"Your Grace." Xamot bows politely. "I see you are back and well." He smiles and turns to Stigandr giving him a respectful nod. "On duty my friend?"

"I will join you in your quest my young friend." Xamot rises and reaches in his shirt revealing a wrapped clothe. Carefully unraveling it as he walks beside Thomas. Xamot hands Thomas an apple. Just as the boy reaches up to take it, Xamot retracts his arm quickly, his eyes swift widely looking...

Xamot kneels to the boys level and lifts his chin up before speaking. "You have no need to bow young one. What has you in such a hurry, if I may ask?"

"Thomas!" Xamot bellows as he sees the boy leaving the barracks. He quickens his steps toward Thomas hoping he heard him.

Xamot snaps around at their words and begins laughing. "Coward? I am not the one who ran back to a party instead of chasing after her." He moves in front of the Duchess and looks at Sarryn. "I am not the one who follows a man who takes his woman and child and does nothing about it!" He turns...

Xerxes words hit him hard along with the sinking feeling of failure. Xamot's heart pounds and turns to rage. In one fluid motion he stands and smashes the table between the two. He steps through the debris and stands face to face with his accuser. Plunging his blade into the floor beside him. He...

Xamot sits quietly observing the crowd behind the Duchess and Sultana, cleaning his blade from the earlier attack of dire rats. The main doors fly open and a young man steps through shouting. Xamot doesn't bother to listen to his words. Instead he turns to the Duchess and Sultana asking them to...

Xamot nods firmly to Percival. "I'll go find Stigandr for some flowers. While I'm with him I'll let him know you think he is pretty." He winks at him as he walks past and follows Arlyne and Dain.

Waiting for the crier to move from ear shot he breaks formation. A look of confusion comes over him. Leaning closer to Percy's ear, quietly saying one word. "Formal?"

Chris - Xamot Brett - Garridan Donald - Dane Elizel - Arlyne Grayson - Percy Daen - Evo Dominic - Vikor

Hey all, in need of a meat shield, red shirt, or just a choppy choppy guy? Real: Christopher Smith Character: Xamot Madian Level: 4/5 Specialty: Balanced frontline Time: Any but would love to npc if possible.