Aubrey was listening into the exchange between Clint and the Githerazi of course Clint never seemed to remember names, well at least he remembered her's and the party's. He was more a man that was quick to action. Though he seemed somewhat distracted if not a little bit sweaty already. What was Clint doing before he was just "chatting?"

"My people have given me the name Bojovnik Za Svobodu ...in your tongue it means freedom fighter." Aubrey wondered what conflict this Bojovnik was in. The conversation was proverbial and seemed that poor Clint wasn't grasping the concepts or nuggets of wisdom or he had a one track mind.

"There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth…not going all the way, and not starting."

"Are you sure all you want is a wooden stick?"

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“Distance tests a horse’s strength. Time reveals a person’s character.”

"Alright whatever, if I can't change your mind then at least I can get you to stop with the riddles."

Aubrey wasn't able to get in much except a hello before he rushed in, charging at Bojovnik, when the man seemed to rub Clint the wrong way? Do some men really just have fighting on the brain and have to duke it out in a bigger dick contest? Aubrey's shoulder was tapped from behind and a middle aged man dressed in the same garb as everyone else. Except for her, She was the one out of place still wearing her armor and equipment.

"Hey there, names Willson, Wilson Everhart. I'm an assistant instructor around here. It looks like things are about to get interesting." He pauses for a moment. "You seemed be familiar to Clint there, are you friends?"

It seemed Clint had his hands full chasing around the Githerazi monk.