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At this point, Siegewright elected to remain silent. Strategizing and planning had never really been his forte. His mere existence was for the purpose of brute force and muscle. In the past mercenary companies that requested his aid, there was usually someone else involved to ensure plans ran...

Siegewright would be lying if he were to say that Srivani's answer was expected, or to say that he wasn't concerned. He glanced at her sidelong, studying the fire of determination dancing in her eyes. It was a look he had become familiar with and rather fond of. It was rather out of character...

The dark brown liquid sloshed in its tankard as the waitress slid it across the table. Siegewright watched his reflection distort and twist as it settled, a feeling of uneasiness gripping his consciousness. It felt very off every time, but he didn't want to be disrespectful of the gesture. He...

Suddenly, Siegewright was not concerned with any lack of discrepancy on his part. Elliot's attention-commanding entrance ensured that. He watched as the dark elf dragged a rather scrappy looking man to their table. The warm, low flames within the hearth danced on his armor, emanating a more...

The stranger's voice seemed to scrape and creak through Siegewright's mind, especially as it was accompanied with pleasantries. Interesting... The hollow man stood fixated for a moment, trying to decipher what he deemed an unreadable expression before him (which unfortunately wasn't saying much...

The last several months had set Siegewright's existence on an entirely new trajectory. Centuries of solitary travel and mercenary work had molded him into the warforged he was: quiet, diligent, and perhaps slightly socially awkward. But now, it was all different. He wasn't alone anymore. And...

"Would you like to make a bargain?" Nysia's lilting voice echoed within Siegewright's helmet. Those piercing, predatory eyes unnerved him slightly, although his body of steel did not betray this. He was certain that if he was still of flesh, he would certainly shudder. A body... That's right...

Siegewright was not anything if not observant. Beyond the realm of fighting, he relied on learning from others by studying and watching. Every word, the way he often crossed his arms, gestures of respect, and even the way he tilted his head slightly when intrigued by something. He would seem...

Emptiness. That's all it was now. Having no memories of his human body, Siegewright never felt much, or at least didn't know how to label it. Now there was a very distinct lack within him. A craving that cried as it was smothered by numbness. For the first time, he almost wanted to scream...

The words to describe what Siegewright was feeling weren't coming to him. It was akin to being caught in a flood; both overwhelming and a sense of being trapped. And yet, when Srivani wrapped her arms around him in fear, it didn't seem so bad. For just a moment, the mist didn't seem as dense...

..... What........ What is this? Every one of Siegewright's senses he possessed were practically screaming in his consciousness. At first it was because he had never felt magic so potent and dark, but then it seemed to shift. His grip on Srivani tightened unconsciously as he looked at his hand...

Decidedly sitting in the dead center of the skiff to avoid tipping everyone into the sea, Siegewright stared down at his arm which both Srivani and Zilvra had touched. As he lacked the ability of physical touch, he was very unacquainted with it outside the realms of battle. Srivani's gentle pat...

Despite having what were arguably the longest legs of the entire group, Siegewright travelled the slowest and brought up the rear. Perhaps most would be intimidated by the impending situation; walking into enemy territory, certainly outnumbered, and unsure of how things would play out. These...

Siegewright would have made a very convincing statue as he listened to Elliot continue to elaborate. Perhaps it wasn't so far fetched after all that people often mistook him as such. He eyed the travelling bag on the table that he had brought with him, as that thought reminded him of his...

...Oh no. Discomfort was thick in the air surrounding the warforged, the implications and emotions interlaced within the situation quickly exceeding his own understanding. He franticly searched within his mind, seeking to make sense of Elliot's irritation and Srivani's apparent fear...