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    Etteniel smirks as he takes a small sip from his glass, hood on, covering his unfooling noble features. He looks down to his shining blades, his saber and armor, wondering if anyone would dare come up to him and challenge him in any way.


    "What's that stench.,....?"

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    The Sith Lord casts a glance at the man who had just spoken, smirking slightly.

    "Perhaps you have your nose too close to your rear end."

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      "Actualy, I think -someone- has vision problems for that is not my rear, but your dear mother's..."

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        "You must be mistaken, friend. I slew my mother a long time ago," Vega turned now in his chair to fully face the man.

        He grinned slightly, his elongated canines showing fully.

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          Chuckling from a table in the back, Daegal sipped his vodka.

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            "My apologies then, I think that smell comes from this brunette with an age complex..." he replies, looking at someone amongst the crowd of drinkers.

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