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[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Liru raises an eyebrow, a motion undetectable underneath her cowl*
L:"Whatever the Shadow thinks is right to do"

[Vorthon]

*Yriess is still glaring at stuff on the ground while flying in circles.*

[Phantom]

The Techpriest takes a look at said stall.
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Dariel runs off before he could be chased.

[Keita]

*Leo sits down and continues staring up at Liru.*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*A tendril of shadow reaches down and scratches his head*

[Tellemurius]

"Huh, you're not a freeform?"

[Vorthon]

*Nysa hops out of the ATRSV and chases after Dariel, running surprisingly fast.*

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*The Dalor smiles and waves at the techpriest.*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"Pardon?"

[Tellemurius]

"Freeform, your mind is free to act"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"I am, I simply trust the Shadow to guide me"

[Keita]

*Leo rumbles happily.*

[Phantom]

The Techpriest waves back, and uses a Mechandrite to pick up a mechanical doodad to examine.
"What exactly are the functions of these items?"
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Dariel ditches the Sentinel and blends into the desert, thanks to stolen Tallarn Flak Jackets and clothing.

[Vorthon]

*The Dalor shrugs.*
"I dunno, really. I just get ideas, and make 'em."

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*Nysa tracks Dariel by scent.*

N:"You're going to regret that smokebomb!"

[Phantom]

"Okay then..."
The Techpriest examines more closely.
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Dariel picks up Nysa by the legs psionically and hangs her in the air.

[Tellemurius]

"Ah well"
*sighs at the stagnate fight*
"Well this is boring me"