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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 4450832" data-attributes="member: 29098">Danth crested the final hill before reaching Sandpointe, and reigned in his horse to look out ahead. The journey had been quick; not as quick as the one that had taken him from the small town back to Magnimar, but the time had still flown past. And the months in Magnimar had been almost as much of a blur as the trips that brought him to and fro. And now, the cleric was about to return to the town that he and his companions had saved from the misguided intentions of Nualia. Danth sat his horse easily, clad in the polished grey steel cuirass and other bits of armor he had been given by the Sandpointe garrison, a white silk surcoat over the top, trimmed in silver and orange. His heavy wooden shield was strapped to his horse, the artful symbol of Sarenae having been sanded and repainted since his previous adventures, to hide the damage that it had taken at the hands of goblins and demon-spawn. His gleaming scimitar, imbued by Magi with the power of the sun, and which Danth had taken to calling "Crimson Dawn," hung at his side. Flame colored hair whipped about his shoulders in the stiff ocean breeze, and he pulled his freshly laundered, rune-stiched grey cloak tighter about him to ward off the spring chill. Indeed, the young cleric looked more the part of a wandering hedge knight than a servant of the mighty Dawnflower.And young he was. Despite the responsibilities that had been thrust upon him, Danth's 21st name day had only recently come to pass, just a few months past. Father Danth was wise and dedicated beyond his years, to be sure, and these must have been some of the qualities that had convinced Father Dretharius that he could handle the operations of the Temple and the orphanage. Still, Danth had spent many hours training his subordinates to run the church and orphanage, as deep in his heart the cleric knew that at some point he would be called away again. Perhaps it was Sarenae that had filled his soul with that knowledge, as here again it was true. He just hope that With a deep sigh, Danth removed the gold badge of the Wolves of Sandpointe from the pouch at his belt, gave it a good look, and then pinned the thing to his breast. He pressed his boots into his horses flank, spurring the beast into a trot toward the village. He hoped that his friends were still about. It would do him a world of good to see them again, and perhaps enlist their aid in finding out who was behind these murders. But first, he knew he must stop in to see the Mayor, to get a better grip on what the situation was here...</blockquote>

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