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<blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 3781256" data-attributes="member: 17456"><p><span style="font-size: 9px"><strong>Retief Mantayne; Marshall 6</strong></span></p><p></p><p>The air was cold, even inside the door and next to the fire. It pierced through Retief's coat, through his chain and clothes, and blew harshly against his skin. Discomfort was a way of life to the former soldier, and the cold made him feel awkwardly at home. He stood in front of the hearth for a moment, turning his back toward the flames, as the dancing, licking fire stirred in him memories of fallen friends by the hands of other heathen flames. He scanned the room, looking for familiar faces, faces that had seen what he'd seen, cried when he cried, bled when he bled.</p><p></p><p>But he found none. Pushing away the lingering doubt in the back of his mind, Retief Mantayne pulled the letter out of his pocket once more, unfurled the well worn seams and read it for the thousandth time. <em>Maybe I am early, that is all.</em> He folds the parchment back up and puts it in his pocket once again, hoisting his immaculate bow over his right shoulder, so that the fine wood rests against his gleaming gorget.</p><p></p><p>Retief stands in front of the fire, looking and feeling out of place amongst the revelers, these countrymen whom he fought to maintain their way of life, their honour as Aundairians. As much as he loathed their lack of understanding and appreciation, he served for them.</p><p></p><p>When the waitress approached him, any request Retief was about to make was cut short by the question of the reunion. Excitement coursed through him, replacing the pervasive cold as he was led to the back room. Any disappointment at seeing only one of his former "Dead Men" in the room was quickly gone, for it had been a while since he had seen his friend.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: royalblue">"Konnel Kressid, you old dog, is that a grey hair I see?"</span> Retief's baritone is quiet, yet it somehow carries and fills the room. His eyes shine as he places his bow on the ground, moving to embrace his fellow sergeant.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ethandrew, post: 3781256, member: 17456"] [size=1][b]Retief Mantayne; Marshall 6[/b][/size] The air was cold, even inside the door and next to the fire. It pierced through Retief's coat, through his chain and clothes, and blew harshly against his skin. Discomfort was a way of life to the former soldier, and the cold made him feel awkwardly at home. He stood in front of the hearth for a moment, turning his back toward the flames, as the dancing, licking fire stirred in him memories of fallen friends by the hands of other heathen flames. He scanned the room, looking for familiar faces, faces that had seen what he'd seen, cried when he cried, bled when he bled. But he found none. Pushing away the lingering doubt in the back of his mind, Retief Mantayne pulled the letter out of his pocket once more, unfurled the well worn seams and read it for the thousandth time. [i]Maybe I am early, that is all.[/i] He folds the parchment back up and puts it in his pocket once again, hoisting his immaculate bow over his right shoulder, so that the fine wood rests against his gleaming gorget. Retief stands in front of the fire, looking and feeling out of place amongst the revelers, these countrymen whom he fought to maintain their way of life, their honour as Aundairians. As much as he loathed their lack of understanding and appreciation, he served for them. When the waitress approached him, any request Retief was about to make was cut short by the question of the reunion. Excitement coursed through him, replacing the pervasive cold as he was led to the back room. Any disappointment at seeing only one of his former "Dead Men" in the room was quickly gone, for it had been a while since he had seen his friend. [color=royalblue]"Konnel Kressid, you old dog, is that a grey hair I see?"[/color] Retief's baritone is quiet, yet it somehow carries and fills the room. His eyes shine as he places his bow on the ground, moving to embrace his fellow sergeant. [/QUOTE]
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