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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mista Collins" data-source="post: 3205620" data-attributes="member: 13089">Chest forward and head held high in a confident manner, the young man leads his horse by the reins through the crowded streets. His armor is well cared for and the metal gives off a small shine despite the small amount of sun reaching it through the heavy clouds.“Here ye, here ye… a call for volunteers for special missions in the war! Gather at the castle at the noon hour! Here ye…”Hearing the call for heroes and his family’s history of great things, Harlan might finally be able to continue the legacy of his family. Heading to the castle with a slow strut, Harlan passes a merchant who is eyeing the latch on his cart. A few busted melons are scattered across the cobblestone ground. Harlan is a bit hungry, but a melon might be a little too much for him to carry. If only the man had an apple or two.Finally reaching the castle gate, Harlan stands there in a near motionless stance waiting until noon to see whom all comes to volunteer.</blockquote>