[Jin draws a second bolt, one that fizzles with a dim violet light; he glances up briefly at the jinba, catching the approval in her eye, then releases his next shot to whistle cleanly through the air. This one lands truer, the aura of poison seeming to nibble away at the wood the arrow's buried itself in.]
It's Prince Ninurrta, right? Your lord saved me once, when the castle was under attack. He's good. [A force to be reckoned with by far.]
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[Jin draws a second bolt, one that fizzles with a dim violet light; he glances up briefly at the jinba, catching the approval in her eye, then releases his next shot to whistle cleanly through the air. This one lands truer, the aura of poison seeming to nibble away at the wood the arrow's buried itself in.]
It's Prince Ninurrta, right? Your lord saved me once, when the castle was under attack. He's good. [A force to be reckoned with by far.]
I'd be honored to join you.