"Oh hey Scorch, were have you been? Ah nevermind, were goign over to a camp ground were I was taken. Want to come along?" Duilin says. He's a bit pleased he is here, but he is pleased that he has Scorchs magic on his side, not him.
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"HEAY, DERE dood! Howz it goin?" Slurs a Drunk soilder at Pophin how was tied up.
Pophin then looks at him, noticeing the man is indeed drunk. "I don't supose you could help me out friend?" He says
"Shure! Eye CAN! I'll jist, tak owt me nife and cut dem ropes off ove ya!" The drunk then started to cut the rope at the position of his arm, he cut the rope off and he cut Pophin's arm.
"OOOOWWW!" He yelled in pain, grabing his arm, it was bleeding. "You idiot!" He swung his Scitmar right at the drunk's face, killing him. He then looked around, nobody was there. He then went into a near by room (Duilin's) he then removed the drunk's armor and put it on himself. He then, smacked some dirt on his face, and dabed some blood, from his hand onto his face, he tore abit off of his cape and wraped it around the cut on his arm, he removed his cape, and stuffed it in his shirt, makeing him look abit fat. It would take a smart eye, and somebody who has know him for awile to tell that he was Pophin. He draged the dead body and put it over by a different one.
"Well, Pophin, I say you ARE a smart one." He then cracked his knuckles, and then wander over to near out side of the cave. He spoted Nevina and Shin.
"Hmmm....I best not go to far or they might find me out...I'll just make small talk with the other soilders..." He walks around over to wear a few of the other soilders are.
"Hey what was all that yellin' about?" One soilder asked him.
"Ooo, that was me, I got a bad cut on my arm cause I feal on a broken sword. I'm okay now..." Pophin then walked away from them, he was abit worried about being caught. He went back into the room he was in before and started thinking for awile.