Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 29.782 (section)

==Khalim==
''Shifting his position to better listen to the orc, Khalim's smile widens...  not to make fun or think less of the orc's words, but rather to explain that the former Shadow minion is too quick to judge - nothing could be farther from the truth for this Sarcosan...''
:  '''''"...slow there my 'friend'.  You're hate speaks for you.  You still yet converse as a Shadow minion, yet you are obviously not of that ilk and are seeking a way out on your own. You're burnt and cut across your flesh but it would seem that your heart suffers more..."'''''

''the large dusky man reaches his hands up, both grabbing a low hanging branch - his pipe sticking out the side of his mouth... tilting his head down, then back up he continues...''

: '''''"...the Enemy took the lands of my ancestors, that is true.  But I am not of that age, I have not fallen - I still yet rise.  You know little of me my 'friend', you do not know of the resistence cells that I fought to found in the Bluff, Erenhead, Fallport and even old Highwall itself.  I do not spit bile at you because you donot know my heart and I donot blame you or judge you for not knowing.  <br> My time is past, I found my love and now I protect it.  Can that be the wrong thing to do?  Is there not a time for which we can put down the fight?  Or change the way we fight?  I now teach my sons and daughters to take the next step for me... That may yet be ten, twenty years from now - but they are my blood and they will live higher than their parents if anything honorable yet boils my blood.  <br>  I fear for you my 'friend',  I fear you speak to quickly to judge others and point out that if others choose to live our lives alone, caring nothing only for ourselves ... then we will die alone.  I fear for you my 'friend' because I must ask - is it for my life and honor you fear? ... or your own?"'''''

''Khalim looks up at you in a way you've never seen before.  The elves of the Hamlet looked at you mostly in pity, the dwarves aboard the Spear of Grief looked at you with hate, humans... they rarely meet your gaze.  This human is unlike any you've ever met.  Kyuad is perhaps the closest you'd been to this look.  A look of care.  With his head tilted down but his eyes focused up to meet yours, Khalim shakes his head a little and smiles.  His teeth gleam white wide across his face, but not as orcs... not to show his constitution through baring fangs.  This human... this man... seems to be willing to hear you... the honor that drives you.  He has known the temptation of Shadow and has come out alive...''