Calvarr slowly moved Darvek's and aside.
"You dare threaten ME?!" He said out loud as he picked up his herbs. "My name is Calvarr. Been a Poison maker for over ten years. Threat me again and it's your head."
Calvarr slowly turned trainquil and apologised to Darvek. "I need a place to stay, since my village got blown to bits because of your leader or whoever set that up. I don't care if I join your side, but on one condition. I need a shop to sell my poisons. That sound good to you? Besides, with my new idea, I just might be able to make you and all the other industals a whole bunch of moolah."
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