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[Cerce]

((Wow - an assasins guild, finally! I'd much rather get assasinated instead of griefed and stolen from *cough Pavja cough*))

Cerce had been nursing a drink for a good hour within the Mavenholm tavern when the figure entered. After the short speech and introduction of this new occult, he stood up. Anger pulsed through his veigns and his malice was such that it was almost palpable within the room. He raised his finger at the man, and shouted:

"Who in the One do you think you are? Do you think that you are the only one that controlls who stays, and who goes? Well, do you, Friend?!? I've got news for you - as for me, I shall not stand idly by talking of the days events and leaving and comming when ordered to by a man who so stupidly comes waltzing in like an arse, withought elegance or meaning, just because I might be a little affraid. I am not like the rest of these people - and I will stand all the stronger the harder you push, the more you anger me, and the more you grow in power."

Cerce grabs the man by the front of his cloak, nearly tearing it.

"So - what are you going to do? Kill me? Make me a martyr? Give these people something to fight against, will you? You cannot touch me. You cannot scare me, or blackmale me, or bribe me. I am a servant of the most high One and You, sir, will be whiped away like the blot upon humanity that you are."

He then picks up the still yet unidentified man and pushes him asside.

"Now stop blocking the exit - this is a public place, and I can leave and come when I wish it. So get the Nether out of here."