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<blockquote data-quote="Axel" data-source="post: 5957148" data-attributes="member: 93196">RodricRodric rose in the cold pre-dawn light, as was his habit, and went first to the training grounds after strapping on his armour and sword belt.&nbsp; There, under the bruised yellows, purples and reds of a lightening sky he offered thanks to Tor for living to see another day and begged guidance on the matter of the elf in which he would, soon enough, have to make a potentially fatal decision.&nbsp; On rising, he sparred for a time with any and all of the early risers who would and went to his breakfast.By choice, Rodric sat alone to eat his bread, though he was shortly joined by the Dwarf Martomum.&nbsp; Fixing him with an icy stare, he asked &quot;And what, Tor protect me, are you planning today dwarf?&quot;&quot;You be needed at the covered wagon, ye grumpy bugger.&nbsp; Look for Fallon.&quot;Rodric nodded sourly, and said no more as he finished breakfast.&nbsp; Returning to his bedside, he gathered his pack and shield, slinging them as for a march with waterskin protecting his shoulders from chafing by the heavy shield across his back, and went in search of the covered wagon.It didn't take long.&nbsp; The whore-ish girl from the manor house was there, making a racket, and a soldier.&nbsp; Rodric approached the soldier first,&quot;I seek one named Fallon.&nbsp; Are you so named?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Axel, post: 5957148, member: 93196"] [b]Rodric[/b] Rodric rose in the cold pre-dawn light, as was his habit, and went first to the training grounds after strapping on his armour and sword belt. There, under the bruised yellows, purples and reds of a lightening sky he offered thanks to Tor for living to see another day and begged guidance on the matter of the elf in which he would, soon enough, have to make a potentially fatal decision. On rising, he sparred for a time with any and all of the early risers who would and went to his breakfast. By choice, Rodric sat alone to eat his bread, though he was shortly joined by the Dwarf Martomum. Fixing him with an icy stare, he asked [COLOR="Sienna"]"And what, Tor protect me, are you planning today dwarf?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]"You be needed at the covered wagon, ye grumpy bugger. Look for Fallon."[/COLOR] Rodric nodded sourly, and said no more as he finished breakfast. Returning to his bedside, he gathered his pack and shield, slinging them as for a march with waterskin protecting his shoulders from chafing by the heavy shield across his back, and went in search of the covered wagon. It didn't take long. The whore-ish girl from the manor house was there, making a racket, and a soldier. Rodric approached the soldier first,[COLOR="Sienna"]"I seek one named Fallon. Are you so named?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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