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» sir samuel leon
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Date Posted: 15:49:38 08/31/02 Sat
» hoofbeats are muffled outside, cobblestones ringing a cacauphany as the knight reins in weary beast. a swift dismount, and oaken portal of the inn is thrown open, tall form carried into the berth with a slight limp. cloak swathes form, obscuring what exactly lay beneath the folds of rough, homespun material. spurs clink, --clunk, tink! clunk, tink!-- as he hobbles towards a table. weight is offered to the chair, released from tired feet. twinkling grey eyes find the barmistress, and hand is raised, rough baritone of a country-bred noble loosed for his order.
pale ale, if ye please, and stew if ye have it. anything solid a sturdy man like me needs to survive the days.
» a grin, hand dropped to the table, fingers drumming ceaselessly. attention is cast towards the interior, appreciating the fine cedarwork, fingers remembering the itch for whittling and carving the winter`s hours away by a fine hearth. ah, those days were gone now, boyhood replaced by knighthood; the ceaseless pursuit of justice and the endless protecting of those helpless peons of his overlord.
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