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Message: <blockquote data-quote="engrishonly" data-source="post: 5441060" data-attributes="member: 38460">The blue-clad men-at-arms seem mostly satisfied by the responses from the group, recognizing the Pardoner's familiar face & acknowledging Ferrantos' brother as part of the Keep's complement of guardians. The men look curiously at the half-dressed Elf (as few Elves visit the Keep, and fewer half-naked ones), and pay the Dwarf little heed (who are likely to be common visitors to these parts). However, the visitors to the Keep lack any obvious taint of Chaos, and the men-at-arms wave casually to their comrades atop the walls of the Keep. The heavy, black iron portcullis slowly raises into the gatehouse. The men-at-arms call out the names of the visitors as the portcullis rises."The Pardoner, Constance! Ferrantos, brother of Sir Auromos! Vellekhyr, of Alfheim! Aurvang, of the Dwarven Host! Avros, the Bannerman!"ooc: just added that last part to move things along...Once the portcullis is secured, the men-at-arms step aside, allowing the visitors safe entry into the Keep on the Borderlands.Just past the gatehouse is the entry yard. It is a tidy space, neatly graveled. Horses poke their heads out of a long stable, which has a wooden parapet atop its flat roof.A rotund, pock-marked man with a yellow-trimmed blue uniform watches the visitors enter. Besides this officer of the Keep is a man in a robe, holding some kind of mobile lectern before him.The pock-marked officer leers at Constance & licks his fat lips as he stares at the woman walking towards him... but he says little. "You, Pardoner, I am familiar with. These others will have to be entered into the ledger."The scribe begins scribbling into a book atop the movable lectern as soon as the officer begins speaking."I am Georg, Corporal of the Watch. There are three simple rules here in the Keep: Obey the Law. Keep your weapons sheathed. Do not annoy Georg. Follow these rules, and we shall get along. Now, as for who you are..."Ferrantos... we know full well who your brother is, and of his exploits in the countryside!"Vellekhyr... of Alfheim? I don't know what your customs are, but in Karameikos, we wear civilized clothing, sir!"Aurvang... we've always need of skilled fighters, so long as they do no fighting within these walls!"Avros... you've the look of a Traladaran troublemaker to me! Know that we are proper servants of the Church of Karameikos, here!"</blockquote>

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