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<blockquote data-quote="Skarsgard" data-source="post: 6517893" data-attributes="member: 6787159"><p><strong>Thadeous</strong></p><p></p><p>Nursing the now warm ale, Thadeous surveyed the tavern once again. Here and there people mingled with familiarity earned by years of friendship while others like him sat alone. Always alone, a palpable aura surrounded him built up over years of solitude and study; an unfamiliarity with people that always ensured that people were friendly but never “friends”.</p><p></p><p>Moving his dark skinned hand to the flagon he notices crumbs from his meat pie scattered over his well worn clothing. The trews in particular had suffered and it looked like someone had scattered bread for ducks over the surface of a dark blue lake. Thinking of the pie made him smile, it had been delicious and he contemplated ordering another but already his middle was straining the brown tunic he favoured and his poor belt was on its last notch. “Best not,” he thought and an almost disappointed growl came from his stomach. Chuckling, he pats it.</p><p></p><p>Some of the warriors in the corner burst out laughing and he turns his cornflower blue eyes in their direction noting their weapons and equipment. He pictured his father fitting in with these men, a huge black man he had been a gregarious giant. The only thing Thadeous had inherited from him were his dark brown skin and curled black hair, not for the first time he wondered if the great Oleg Hammerhand would have been embarrassed by his bookworm son. Shrugging, he instead cast his mind back to the feelings of warmth and safety his father had always inspired in him.</p><p></p><p>Unconsciously, his hand dropped to the leather satchel he always carried, his burden. “Another reason to keep them away,” he knew he was only fooling himself as not for a moment did he believe the wretched book to be the sources of his isolation. Cheese poked around the open flap of the satchel, the mouse as inquisitive as its master but it knew well to leave the evil book alone.</p><p></p><p>His studies were finished and he was one of Burne’s first apprentices, a time he had loved. A time spent studying, learning and as close to camaraderie as he had ever had. That time was over now, Burne had new apprentices to occupy him and Thadeous had to make his own mark in the world. Still at a loss for how to approach the task, Thadeous moved his untouched ale for the hundredth time. </p><p></p><p>“What next for me?” he thought.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Skarsgard, post: 6517893, member: 6787159"] [b]Thadeous[/b] Nursing the now warm ale, Thadeous surveyed the tavern once again. Here and there people mingled with familiarity earned by years of friendship while others like him sat alone. Always alone, a palpable aura surrounded him built up over years of solitude and study; an unfamiliarity with people that always ensured that people were friendly but never “friends”. Moving his dark skinned hand to the flagon he notices crumbs from his meat pie scattered over his well worn clothing. The trews in particular had suffered and it looked like someone had scattered bread for ducks over the surface of a dark blue lake. Thinking of the pie made him smile, it had been delicious and he contemplated ordering another but already his middle was straining the brown tunic he favoured and his poor belt was on its last notch. “Best not,” he thought and an almost disappointed growl came from his stomach. Chuckling, he pats it. Some of the warriors in the corner burst out laughing and he turns his cornflower blue eyes in their direction noting their weapons and equipment. He pictured his father fitting in with these men, a huge black man he had been a gregarious giant. The only thing Thadeous had inherited from him were his dark brown skin and curled black hair, not for the first time he wondered if the great Oleg Hammerhand would have been embarrassed by his bookworm son. Shrugging, he instead cast his mind back to the feelings of warmth and safety his father had always inspired in him. Unconsciously, his hand dropped to the leather satchel he always carried, his burden. “Another reason to keep them away,” he knew he was only fooling himself as not for a moment did he believe the wretched book to be the sources of his isolation. Cheese poked around the open flap of the satchel, the mouse as inquisitive as its master but it knew well to leave the evil book alone. His studies were finished and he was one of Burne’s first apprentices, a time he had loved. A time spent studying, learning and as close to camaraderie as he had ever had. That time was over now, Burne had new apprentices to occupy him and Thadeous had to make his own mark in the world. Still at a loss for how to approach the task, Thadeous moved his untouched ale for the hundredth time. “What next for me?” he thought. [/QUOTE]
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