Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.44 (section)

== Brandon / Shadaar ==

''*Shadaar sits perched on the floor like some gargoyle watching Zal'Kazzir intently. Like a bird his head darts back and forth watching everyone in the room, taking in their movements and conversations.*''

''*Shadaar shuffles over and excepts the steak offered to him with some trepidation. Around savagely hungery bites of steak he speaks with an Erenlander tongue, spoken by a voice rough with disuse.*''

''*Shadaar then backs up three paces and once again perches on the floor.*''

I don't blame you for bespelling me. As a resistance fighter, if I had access to the same power as you, I would have done the same. In fact some problems could have been solved if we had access to powers such as yours. And while I can say I do not appreciate being so ensorcelled, I can say that I understand the use of such magic. This place. It makes me feel so... cold.

''*Shadaar nearly drops his steak and his eyes go distant, then he seems to clear his head and again begins to tear off chunks and slurp up the juices noisely.*''

''*Spoken with a mouth full of meat*'' Ah, Sharuun you say. I have never been that far south. I myself am from [farther to the north]. I came with another resistance fighter to Cambrial. Honestly, we have been out of our league for some time now. Things are terrible in Cambrial. ''*He shakes his head*'' It just goes to show the determination that we all have to continue to fight against the Enemy even in such dark places as that cursed city. But even so, I hope we manage to make life a bit easier for those who still live in Cambrial.

As to how I came to be here, in this black spire... I think... I think the forces of the Shadow captured me? Why would they bring me here? What is this place?

''*Shadaar looks at Zal'Kazzir and stares deeply into the blackness of his eyes. It seems that Shadaar finds something of his own path within the inky darkness of Zal'Kazzir's eyes. Yet it also seems apparent that it makes him wary.*''

A trader? And how does a simple merchant come to find himself in such a place as this?