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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack Haggerty" data-source="post: 112939" data-attributes="member: 89">Jack plucks a pair of dull shears out of the pile of tools, and starts filing down the blade.  He idly looks up toward the priest, "That was old Mikonnen, wasn't it?  I saw him riding out at dawn a week ago.  All dressed up in a mail shirt and silk robes, with a half dozen men-at-arms riding behind him.  I heard they brought him back that very afternoon with his head kicked in by his own horse."Jack paused in his work to listen to her pitiful story, apparently there truly was no rest for the weary.  "Oh, for the Love of the Gods," he groaned sympathetically, and then tried to reassure her. "Don't worry too much, Ponulia, your father's probably just sleeping off another tun of ale in some forgotten back alley.  I'll go find him and bring him home for you, alright?"He stepped back into the house, calling to his mother, "Mum!  Master Chandler's gotten himself lost again, so I'm going to go looking after him for Ponulia.  She's out front in the shop, and father's nextdoor at Noscalle's."He made his way back up to his room.  He donned the mail shirt and helmet, buckled on his sword and dagger, and slung his shield over his shoulder.  One never what sort of trouble one might run into down near the docks, and the garb of a guardsman could sometimes prevent trouble before it began.Stepping out into the street, he again gave the young woman his assurances, "Stay here with Mum, and I'll be right back."  Without further ado, he marched off toward the warehouse.</blockquote>

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