Star Gazer
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Isnar said nothing as he stared into the angry eyes of the burly nord. The large man charged at Isnar, but the old man leaned to the side of the chair, forcing the seat to topple over. Isnar was on the ground, but he had avoided the punch. The large man looked at Isnar, on the ground, and raised his fist. He brought it down in anger, aiming for the old man's face. Isnar rolled away, while doing so, he reached into his cloak, pulled out a shiv, and stabbed the man's large bicep. The nord toppled back, and Isnar kicked his leg, forcing him to fall. The old man picked the chair up and set it up right, and sat down like nothing had happened. "Anyone else?" Isnar asked, staring at the man with a stab wound in his arm. "Oh please, it'll heal in a week. I think you should get out of here, milkdrinker."