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Sir Darian Kaarvin
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Date Posted: 16:50:04 05/19/01 Sat
The knight jogged in, sopping clothes restricting his movement. The sodden cloak hung limply across his back, whispering slightly as he moved in. He slowed, nodding to the woman in the cot. Concern was writ in his features, but he said nothing. Slipping behind a screen, he let the cloak and his shirt fall, revealing a muscular torso. He slipped on a clean white coton shirt, slipping into dry tan breeches. His boots were soggy, so he moved them beside his bed. Fortunately his spare ones were there, thoug more worn than the others. He slipped them on, liking the feeling of well-worn leather. He hung the cloak and soaked clothes up behind the screen, and ran his fingers again through damp sandy-blond hair. It stood up in unruly spikes, creating by the wetness. He glanced back to Elizabeth, feeling slightly uncomfortable - he didn't know her. He lay down on his cot, thoughts occupied by his fears, his dreams, and a certain young woman...
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