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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 3158827" data-attributes="member: 46615">Once I had finished dining I took leave of the group, after dropping my gear off at the room that Baastian had taken out for me. As we were due to head off the next morning, I wished to meet Absquith and see what he thought of my news. Morgan came along too, he was quite pleased with the turn of events and as it turned out his brothers and father were also staying at the Inn at the End of the Road.The rain had stopped by the time we had finished our meal and we made our brief trip without fear of saturation. We wound our way back to Cassavary Square. It was mid-afternoon and it was a lot quieter than before. I supposed that some of the shops and stalls had closed up for an afternoon rest or to prepare for the hedonism of the coming night. I told Absquith my brief tale and he was most proud of me, and pleased for me. “Yorath is indeed a suitable liege. I have not met the man but have never heard a bad word said of him. He should be good for you my brother.” he said.We sat in the tavern on the bottom storey of the inn for a time, toasting my new found success whilst my brother imparted his wisdom and advice upon me. We were not particularly close, Absquith and I, however, he always looked out for me and I appreciated his joy for my success. I wished that the afternoon could have lasted longer, but reluctantly I headed back to the Green Arms and my new comrades. Thoughts raced through my mind as I walked. I imagined myself in the arena my new found companions fighting bravely, but they were just a blur. I was who the people had come to see. They wanted to find out if my reputation was deserved. I was like serpent, quickly striking at one foe after another with my rapier, darting back and forth, elegantly side stepping slow clumsy swings from sword and maces and the like. I could not be stopped. Every now and again I would aid a comrade by skewering their opponents, all the while dodging and weaving through my own. I was a dancer, my movements precise, beautiful and graceful. None could stop my lethal thrusts. Then there were no more opponents, only adulation and cheering. “Montfort!” echoed throughout the arena. Over and over again it was chanted and my imaginary self lapped it up, all of it.I stumbled into a puddle left from the rain and it woke me from my self indulgence. I sighed with disappointment and shock my foot to flick the mud off it. I was near to the Green Arms, and my immediate thoughts turned to celebrating the most holy of days.Baastian was still at our table, although now he was alone. I nodded politely and went to my room to clean myself for the coming festivities. I mentioned the filth in the city before, but after immersing my boot in the puddle all I really desired was a bath. An unclean man is a man that, like men that shorten their names, has no respect for himself. Feeling refreshed I joined Baastian. He had previously indicated that he would take us out to enjoy the occasion. I do believe everyone was quite keen to take up his offer. I for one would kindly accept a guide in this unfamiliar city, to ensure that I at least arrived at the Convent of Doves without too many undesired distractions.Eventually we all gathered again in the tavern and, with Baastian in the lead, we headed off. Our first stop was Nightingale Street. Not for me. I was saving myself for what I hoped would be an unsurpassed night of pleasure. I was not going to partake in a quick tumble when I owed my full attentions to the Veiled Sister I was sure would choose me.The others either had similar ideas or were a little timid as there were no takers for the gratifications offered on Nightingale Street. Baastian suggested that to overcome our ‘shyness’ we head to another tavern and have a few ‘looseners’. I did not bother to correct him. Shyness was not the issue for me.We ambled through town admiring the revellers that had begun to appear and arrived at the docks where our next stop was to be. Even on such a holy day, and with evening just beginning to settle, the stevedores were still hard at work unloading and loading all manner of goods and wares from several ships at anchor. Strange wooden beams with ropes and pulleys that towered twenty feet above the wharves were being used to lift large heavy crates. I had never seen machines like them. It seemed that the ropes and pulleys coupled with the large beams used leverage to move cargo much heavier than a man could shift.As I was taking in the busy dockside the Duchess Servessa rode into view with an escort of four pikeman. She was resplendent with finery befitting her station but why she was out riding the docks was a puzzle to me, it seemed a temptation of fate. Somewhere off in the distance I heard the jingle of bells. The dock workers heard it too, for they were scrambling for cover. I hazarded a guess that their reason was not the Duchess, but the lepers that rounded a corner. Upon seeing the lepers, Baastian inclined his head to a street to his right and said, “Perhaps we had best go this way.”At that very moment the lepers threw open their robes, drew forth clubs and charged the Duchess!“Duchess beware the lepers!” I cried out in warning as I ran toward the imminent conflict.</blockquote>

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