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Z'Greel
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Xharoth turned towards the pale form of the one speaking of war, extermination and other fun things, who was talking to him.
"I'm not trying to listen in on you, but at times I can't help it. You're talking about war, and which is my field." He said, taking a step towards them and taking a sip of his drink. "I'm Xharoth Zeta 9572, of Xyria. We've been waging wars for as long as we know. And we still do. But now, some of us have started doing it for other reasons than to kill each other. Like for credits, weapons and other useful things." He explained. "To say it plainly; I'm the boss of a big bunch of mercenaries. Not too costly, yet quite efficient. Big guns, big guys and lots of carnage. A little something to help in your little war." He said with a wide grin. "Cruisers, tanks, grounds forces. All you need to not get exterminated."
"I'm not trying to listen in on you, but at times I can't help it. You're talking about war, and which is my field." He said, taking a step towards them and taking a sip of his drink. "I'm Xharoth Zeta 9572, of Xyria. We've been waging wars for as long as we know. And we still do. But now, some of us have started doing it for other reasons than to kill each other. Like for credits, weapons and other useful things." He explained. "To say it plainly; I'm the boss of a big bunch of mercenaries. Not too costly, yet quite efficient. Big guns, big guys and lots of carnage. A little something to help in your little war." He said with a wide grin. "Cruisers, tanks, grounds forces. All you need to not get exterminated."