IC: As Patrick saw Nox show his tattoo, he began to burst in a sweat. He didn't have one, and it would be all to obvious to show that he was lying before when he said he was in a war, and who knows what might happen to liars in this area? Then he got a clever idea.
"Well, I DID have that tattoo, but I got myself in a nasty accident in my last job, I got burned something fierce on my right for-arm, to the point where nearly all the skin burned off! That would of course include the tattoo! It left me looking like a monster, so I went and got some surgery from vykkers! It hurt like hell it did, but now you can't even tell I've been in any trouble!" Patrick lit up as he lied, he thought of himself as a genius.
"You are write though, these young sligs, even the steroid ones have no idea what their doing. Why, one of the big ones got their gun stolen by a little mud! Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've heard?" Although he wasn't in any wars, Patrick did have a long life of excitement, and he COULD teach some sligs around here a thing or two about ordering around the slaves. As long as the food was good at least.
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