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Tiger's Eye

[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

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[This time you get a dagger about an inch long] One of you stab yourself to the hilt, or decide as a group to quit.

...

[Looking at him]

[and suddenly his hidden blade shows]

I can do this.

*hangs her head*

Don't worry. I have a high tolerance for pain.

[Doesn't flinch at the blade. Rather interested, actually.]

Be our guest, then.

Is your team comfortable with this?

If you won't do it, I will.

Oh really? That's unexpected.

[blade is retracting, and he takes the knife.]

But maybe that means I don't know you very well.

It's only pain. I remember being trained to endure it.

Is that the same for you?

[Watching...]

Yes. Or would I assume yes, from my memories.

[he's stripping off his robes-- he's got several scars under there, and one extremely obvious, recent one in his side.]