*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
Theren continues to stare out at nothing.
"You seem afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Blitzen, but you may call me Blitz."
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
"Okay then" he says and waits
Emmet comes back in his street clothes. He holds a mug of coffee. "You ready?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
Theren continues to stare out at nothing.
"You seem afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Blitzen, but you may call me Blitz."
The puppy tugs at Theren's pant leg, yapping. (STR 16 )
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
"Okay then" he says and waits
Emmet comes back in his street clothes. He holds a mug of coffee. "You ready?"
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
Theren continues to stare out at nothing.
"You seem afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Blitzen, but you may call me Blitz."
The puppy tugs at Theren's pant leg, yapping. (STR 16 )
"I'm always a-afraid"
Theren looks down with glazed over eyes.
"Perhaps I can make you some tea? Helps calm the nerves."
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
Theren continues to stare out at nothing.
"You seem afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Blitzen, but you may call me Blitz."
The puppy tugs at Theren's pant leg, yapping. (STR 16 )
"I'm always a-afraid"
Theren looks down with glazed over eyes.
"Perhaps I can make you some tea? Helps calm the nerves."
Lore is now standing next to the puppy who jumps back and forth. "Theren" she said and folded her arms.
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
"Okay then" he says and waits
Emmet comes back in his street clothes. He holds a mug of coffee. "You ready?"
Xan raises and eyebrow and nods a bit
Emmet leans back and a little bit on Xan. "To set the scene, I was training as a squire for a knight, and by happenchance, I was really, really good at wielding a halberd. After a few years of training, I was in the King's guard myself."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good morning!! I have fun planned for people today >:D*
-Normal Characters that are Open-
Xan is chilling inside, sipping tea while ignoring the world around him.
Cold is wandering around outside while quietly investigating tracks of a beast.
A young man with black hair, pale skin, and wide brown eyes is sitting on the couch in the tavern. He has thick glasses, a button-up dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. All of his clothes are either caked in grime or sweat. He seems utterly nervous and jittery.
Emmet strolls over. His blade has been cleaned.
Xan waves "hey there"
Emmet sits next to him. "Why?"
"Because of loyalty. You have no idea how many people have betrayed me" he hissed "it hurts me, so I wanted to see if you were loyal"
"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
"It's not the worst I've done."
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
"Okay then" he says and waits
Emmet comes back in his street clothes. He holds a mug of coffee. "You ready?"
Xan raises and eyebrow and nods a bit
Emmet leans back and a little bit on Xan. "To set the scene, I was training as a squire for a knight, and by happenchance, I was really, really good at wielding a halberd. After a few years of training, I was in the King's guard myself."
Xan lets him lay his head on his lap. He smiles down at him, watching and listening.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Glad to know that something causes you worry."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"why Emmet, are you disgusted now that I ask you to do something for me?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"..." Emmet grimaces. "It's not a big deal."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Really then why do you grimace as if you are thinking about it?" He askes
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It's not the worst I've done."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good morning peeps*
A man in a brown trench coat walks into the tavern. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and has a medical band around his arm. On his waist he has a knife in a sheath. He has wire frame glasses and brown hair. He stands at about 5'10".
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Hm" he says and leans forwards "tell me about your crimes then"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Lore is inside, she is having one of her dogs follow theren around.
Dwight Fairfield is sitting inside, nervously
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren is currently outside staring at nothing.
The man walks up to Dwight and sits across from him. "Are you alright?"
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Emmet stands up. "Let me change and get a drink first."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The pup, no more then a month old, wanders up to Theren and wags its tail, barking in a playful manner.
Dwight jumps and backs up a bit. 'I'-I'll be fine" he manages to stutter out
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren continues to stare out at nothing.
"You seem afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Blitzen, but you may call me Blitz."
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"Okay then" he says and waits
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Emmet comes back in his street clothes. He holds a mug of coffee. "You ready?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The puppy tugs at Theren's pant leg, yapping. (STR 16 )
"I'm always a-afraid"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Xan raises and eyebrow and nods a bit
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren looks down with glazed over eyes.
"Perhaps I can make you some tea? Helps calm the nerves."
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Lore is now standing next to the puppy who jumps back and forth. "Theren" she said and folded her arms.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Emmet leans back and a little bit on Xan. "To set the scene, I was training as a squire for a knight, and by happenchance, I was really, really good at wielding a halberd. After a few years of training, I was in the King's guard myself."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan lets him lay his head on his lap. He smiles down at him, watching and listening.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘