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Action Adventure Fantasy Horror. Did you know Edit. Quotes Leah : [Leah helps lay her uncle, Deckard Cain, to rest outside Tristram; she places a book on his chest] It was all just stories User reviews 10 Review. Top review. An absolute disappointment and poor launch. I bought diablo 3 at launch expecting it to be a good introduction to the diablo franchise. At the time i didn't care because I was excited when i played the game and created my badass Demon Hunter and then I found another error, the lack of character customization, i think the demon hunter's have awesome male and female models but the other characters don't meet my appeal.
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Release date May 15, United States. United States. Official site. But it was the weapon that held Reiter's eyes. A short length of black chain connected a handle with an evil-looking spiked weight. The man even carried a massive shield. It was taller than Reiter. The armor shook the inn's wooden floor with each step. The figure's head, encased in a thick helm, turned to look at the boy. The man raised a hand to his helm and removed it. Flowing brown hair fell to his shoulders— her shoulders.
Reiter's mouth dropped open in shock. That's a woman! He had never seen such detailed, frightening battle armor in his life, not even among the elite merchant guards that passed through town, and those crews were always men. At least, that was what Reiter assumed. He hadn't actually met that many. The woman coughed, and sand tumbled free from her armor.
Had she been walking around in this sandstorm? She turned her eyes toward Reiter and smiled. It was a gentle, kind expression. I wasn't expecting any new arrivals. Not with this storm, anyway. Are you two looking for a room? Reiter shifted his gaze. He hadn't even noticed the woman's companion, a girl wearing simple clothes. She was younger. About Reiter's age, in fact. The lack of armor seemed to have left her a touch windblasted, though. Specks of sand clung to her hair. Reiter decided he could overlook that.
The woman gently rested her shield on the floor. Is that true? Outside of Caldeum itself, of course. She smiled. My name is Anajinn. Plenty of room at the Oasis Inn today. The second new arrival laughed. Getting caught in a sandstorm. I can already hear the poets rushing to compose sonnets of our courage.
She met his gaze and, after a moment, gave him a polite smile back. The armored woman grinned. Perhaps we would have been here a few days earlier if a certain apprentice could keep up.
A small waterfall of sand cascaded to the wooden floor. Reiter frowned. He was going to have to sweep that up. The innkeeper cocked his head, but no further explanation was forthcoming. Can you bring two cups for our guests? Reiter jolted upright, pulling his gaze away from the apprentice. Yes, Father. He was glad to be hidden behind the counter for the moment. The armored woman's companion Reiter struggled to keep a grin suppressed.
The apprentice had lighter, almost blond hair, longer than her master's, and her eyes were radiant. The way her chin curved elegantly to her neck She had even given him a smile. A cool smile, but a smile nonetheless. Reiter handed the two women their cups.
They both downed their contents in single gulps. He watched the younger guest. She gave him a questioning glance. He looked away. In short order, the woman had shed her armor and followed Reiter's father to the library, while her apprentice stayed in the common room. I might as well start cleaning," she said. The apprentice called out, "On second thought, don't mind the cloth.
I'll use a bit of my shirt. You won't want it back. I'll have to burn it when I'm done," the apprentice said. He gave her his most winning smile, the kind that made the daughter of the trade goods storekeeper down the road bat her eyelashes at him—Bea was her name. Reiter put the local girl out of his mind. She had an odd cleaning technique. She dipped a couple fingers into the bowl and let only a few drops wet the fabric. She began scrubbing the chestplate, a thick slab of metal with intricate etchings and workings.
Reiter was impressed. Your master is a paladin? I've seen lots of paladins come through town before. She's a lot prettier than most paladins. The apprentice kept the cloth moving in tight circles on the armor. Up to her. Maybe a few days, at most. Gingerly, she pressed the damp rag against the armor. After a moment, she seemed satisfied and renewed her scrubbing. Is she a treasure hunter? We get all kinds of treasure hunters here," Reiter said. He carefully leaned back in his chair, slouching a bit, trying to appear relaxed and confident.
She considered him. I've never thought of it that way before. The term almost fits. What's yours? She smiled but said nothing. He waited. The silence lengthened. Her name wasn't really important anyway. A crusader. I knew that," Reiter said. She gave him a sideways glance. Reiter's smile slipped. She seemed to know he was lying. A month ago, a group of guards had hired rooms in the inn and spent most of their time swilling the cheapest drinks they could find.
Reiter had enjoyed their company. One of them, a swarthy, sweaty man with a stained tunic and patches of rosacea spattered amid his thinning hair, had taken it upon himself to teach Reiter "the ways of the world.
Get a girl to talk with you, and she's interested. Get her to smile, and you're halfway there, the guard had told him in loud, drunken whispers. His cloying breath had seemed to take up residence in Reiter's nose.
Make her think you have a lot in common, keep her smiling, and you win. If she stops smiling, change the subject. Compliment her. Reiter had been amazed it could be so easy. No response. My father makes me clean all the time. Reiter continued. She scraped at another troublesome stain with her fingernail, then jerked her hand away as though it had been burned, muttering to herself. She pushed down hard on that spot with a dry section of the cloth.
Reiter watched her closely. She wasn't smiling anymore. He changed the subject.
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