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Duran walked through the rain as he came upon two of the legionnaires that had been arguing for what seemed to be at least the last hour. It appeared that they were arguing about the constructs that would be joining The Black Guard. He wasn't particularly interested, but it seemed he didn't really have a say in the matter as one of the twins grabbed him by the arm.

"Hi, I'm Gurgen. Uh, so tell me, and him," he pointed at Turha, "that flames are a good idea."

"Yes, nothing strikes fear into a dragon's heart like fire," retorted Turha.

"Shut up! Just let me paint them!"

"Why are we still arguing about this? We're NOT doing it. That's final."

Duran looked down at the twin that was gripping his arm, while he was busy yelling at his brother. Slowly, he tried to pry his arm from Gurgen's grasp, but he yanked harder and forced Duran closer to whatever monstrous golem they were working on.

"Listen, just think about this logically-" Gurgen started.

"Logically? That's funny coming from you," said Turha, cutting Gurgen off.

Duran sighed. "Listen, I don't want to get between you two and you're big...statue...thing." He wasn't sure what to call it. He hadn't really seem such a thing before, being raised in the forest.

"Statue thing?" the twins said in unison, obviously peeved that Duran had included the Darkguard in either the "statue" or "thing" category.

"Crap." Duran said dryly. Goma simply looked up at him, and proceeded on her way as if she was avoiding the situation completely. Duran thought quickly, and only one solution came to mind.

"Whoa! Look at that thing over there!" shouted Duran. The twins immediately turned to see what he was pointing at. At the same instant, Duran's shape transformed into a weasel, quickly shaking loose the grip that Gurgen had on what was once his arm. Duran scurried away quickly, leaving the twins behind to continue their argument over the paint-job that was (or wasn't) going to be painted onto the golem.

He scurred to catch up to Goma, and looked at her with as much disdain as a weasel's face could muster. "I can't believe you sometimes." he thought loudly, before turning back into his human form.