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<blockquote data-quote="Rhialto" data-source="post: 2552163" data-attributes="member: 630">Graevel is startled by the sudden appearance of one of the men in dark cloaks at his side.&nbsp; &quot;I would not be too worried, Sir Hob, at the madness of the Illiae--they have always been such, and in truth, much of Phlgethonius's appearance is ritual.&quot;&nbsp; He turns to the other recruits.&nbsp; &quot;Nor should you judge all ambassadors by the Justicar's rudeness.&nbsp; I am Lord Sepulchre, and I welcome you to this camp with honor and civility, for both my account, and that of Lord Grave, whose apprentice I am.&quot;&nbsp; He gives a courtly bow, and then returns to the side of his master, who is calmly walking away.&nbsp; Despite his fair words, all feel a slight sense of relief at the pair's leaving.&nbsp; Sir Faulker glances at the recruits.&nbsp; &quot;Well--I hope you don't take it so ill that my retinue vanishes on the wind--in truth, I am only Prince Guy's minstrel.&nbsp; It is foolish to expect me to keep a crowd with me by authority.&nbsp; Now, if they wanted to hear 'The Lay of the Golden Lion', well, then I'd be up to the task...&quot; &nbsp; He gestures for them to follow him into the camp.&nbsp; Inside, the gate is more like a small town made of tents and crudely constructed buildings.&nbsp; Men and women are actually conducting business on the street, selling food and loot.&nbsp; One old woman glances at the recruits as they enter.&nbsp; &quot;Talismans, yer lordships!&nbsp; Magic talismans!&nbsp; Protect your life and livelihood!&nbsp; Magic talismans!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rhialto, post: 2552163, member: 630"] Graevel is startled by the sudden appearance of one of the men in dark cloaks at his side. [COLOR=Gray]"I would not be too worried, Sir Hob, at the madness of the Illiae--they have always been such, and in truth, much of Phlgethonius's appearance is ritual."[/COLOR] He turns to the other recruits. [COLOR=Gray]"Nor should you judge all ambassadors by the Justicar's rudeness. I am Lord Sepulchre, and I welcome you to this camp with honor and civility, for both my account, and that of Lord Grave, whose apprentice I am."[/COLOR] He gives a courtly bow, and then returns to the side of his master, who is calmly walking away. Despite his fair words, all feel a slight sense of relief at the pair's leaving. Sir Faulker glances at the recruits. [COLOR=Blue]"Well--I hope you don't take it so ill that my retinue vanishes on the wind--in truth, I am only Prince Guy's minstrel. It is foolish to expect me to keep a crowd with me by authority. Now, if they wanted to hear 'The Lay of the Golden Lion', well, then I'd be up to the task..." [/COLOR] He gestures for them to follow him into the camp. Inside, the gate is more like a small town made of tents and crudely constructed buildings. Men and women are actually conducting business on the street, selling food and loot. One old woman glances at the recruits as they enter. [COLOR=DarkOrchid]"Talismans, yer lordships! Magic talismans! Protect your life and livelihood! Magic talismans!"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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