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« on: March 01, 2012, 12:18:58 pm »
"Rattling stones is one thing, rattling bones is another. And we're counting our kwama before they hatch. Living flesh will win this war, I say we make a public attack and show the people that there is hope, and we are it." Uria taps her fingers on the table. "Or we could always make a very public assassination. Maybe one of those fat brassblood nobles that walks around with coins clinking in their pockets so loud it hurts your ears." Uria turns her gaze to the new argonian. "But I'm sure you have a plan, please don't allow me to step on your toes. Please speak, Nerevar."