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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rolzup" data-source="post: 3339608" data-attributes="member: 10105">Kicking Steadfast into a gallop, Darrick aims carefully for the battered shield of the quintain.  His lance tip wavered, despite his efforts, and once again he finds that the harder he fights to control it ,the more pronounced the wobbling becomes.With a muttered curse, he resigns himself to his fate.  The sound of the quintain's arm striking the back of his helmet a heartbeat later is even louder than he remembered.....Still nursing a faint headache as he strides through the hall half-an-hour later, he still manages to greet Iliana with a smile and (an admittedly shaky) bow.  Raising an eyebrow at her retreating back, he slits the envelope open, removes the contents, and rapidly reads the letter."Well, I will be damned," he says aloud, his smile becoming very nearly a grin.  "A mission?  This is an honor."Straightening up, his headache now forgotten, Darrick walks confidently to the Headmaster's office.  I wonder, he muses, What this is all about?It is, perhaps, to Darrick's credit that he maintains his smile upon seeing Kaelen.  Well, this mission just became a little more dangerous, he thinks with a sigh."Headmaster," he says aloud, bowing to Goludov, and "Gentlemen," he adds, bowing to Charles and Kaelen in turn before taking a seat.</blockquote>