Systole
First Post
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A dark haired man walks into the room, dressed in scale mail and a white cloak. He has a shield slung across his back and an elaborate dueling sword on his hip.
Upon seeing the group, he says
"Hail friends. I heard you all were having some trouble finding a house or somesuch? I happen to know quite a few whitecloaks who may be able to help. Giving directions is practically half of our, well their, jobs nowadays."