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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
*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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
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 )
"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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
*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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
*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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
Xan nods and messes with Emmet's hair.
"Hence the cane. The King gave me the task of guarding him personally, and so I did. He died of old age, and his elder son succeeded 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.
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
Zdzislaw is placing small dolls everywhere. Judging by how he's comparing their positions, it seems to be strategic in some bizarre way.
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.
*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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
Xan nods and messes with Emmet's hair.
"Hence the cane. The King gave me the task of guarding him personally, and so I did. He died of old age, and his elder son succeeded him."
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
"What world is this?" He asked
"I...um....somewhere?" he says feebly.
"Not sure."
"Where." She said and folded her arms,
"oh...." He said "it seems nicer then the domain"
Theren seems rather nervous. "Uhm...."
"The domain?" Blitz asked while pushing his glasses up his nose.
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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
"What world is this?" He asked
"I...um....somewhere?" he says feebly.
"Not sure."
"Where." She said and folded her arms,
"oh...." He said "it seems nicer then the domain"
Theren seems rather nervous. "Uhm...."
"The domain?" Blitz asked while pushing his glasses up his nose.
*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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
Xan nods and messes with Emmet's hair.
"Hence the cane. The King gave me the task of guarding him personally, and so I did. He died of old age, and his elder son succeeded him."
"did you protect him next?" Xan asks
Emmet frowns. "He was a drunk and a gambler. After 2 and a half years of unrest, I killed him. The charge I had sworn to protect."
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 )
"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.
"I suppose.." He mumbles and curls up
Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
Theren mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
"What world is this?" He asked
"I...um....somewhere?" he says feebly.
"Not sure."
"Where." She said and folded her arms,
"oh...." He said "it seems nicer then the domain"
Theren seems rather nervous. "Uhm...."
"The domain?" Blitz asked while pushing his glasses up his nose.
She tilts her head to the side.
"yes" he said and nodded
Theren taps his side and starts to slowly walk backwards.
Zdzislaw is placing small dolls everywhere. Judging by how he's comparing their positions, it seems to be strategic in some bizarre way.
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.
Zdzislaw hands him a plush froghemoth. "What's wrong? I mean, besides the obvious."
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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.
Emmet closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
Xan nods and messes with Emmet's hair.
"Hence the cane. The King gave me the task of guarding him personally, and so I did. He died of old age, and his elder son succeeded him."
"did you protect him next?" Xan asks
Emmet frowns. "He was a drunk and a gambler. After 2 and a half years of unrest, I killed him. The charge I had sworn to protect."
"ah" he said and nodded again.
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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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Theren looks at her then back at the dog.
Blitz pulls out some tea cups and tea bags. He then pulls out a portable fire and sets a teapot filled with water on it. "While we wait for the kettle to boil, mind telling me who you are?"
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She waves a hand in front of Theren's eyes "My friends, are you there?"
"Dwight.... D-Dwight Fairfield"
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 mumbles something in Elvish.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Fairfield." The kettle starts to whistle and Blitz pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. He then hands a cup to Dwight.
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Lore sighs and narrows her eyes. Suddenly she picks up and puppy and leans forward "Helllllo?" She says "Theren?"
Dwight stares at the cup for a second before speaking. "Where am i?"
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 closes his eyes. "Now during a conquest, I think in some rock gnome's territory. I saved the king from being shot, but in turn, for my sacrifice, the bullet went through my knee." Emmet grimaces as he remembers the pain.
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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.
Therens eyes snap back into focus. "Oh, hey Lore."
"I don't exactly know. The sign outside said The Lords Rest Inn." Blitz says and then takes a sip of tea.
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Xan nods and messes with Emmet's hair.
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
"Hi there... Where did your mind take you?" She asked.
"What world is this?" He asked
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
"I...um....somewhere?" he says feebly.
"Not sure."
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Zdzislaw is placing small dolls everywhere. Judging by how he's comparing their positions, it seems to be strategic in some bizarre way.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hence the cane. The King gave me the task of guarding him personally, and so I did. He died of old age, and his elder son succeeded him."
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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.
"Where." She said and folded her arms,
"oh...." He said "it seems nicer then the domain"
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
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.
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
"did you protect him next?" Xan asks
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 seems rather nervous. "Uhm...."
"The domain?" Blitz asked while pushing his glasses up his nose.
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She tilts her head to the side.
"yes" he said and nodded
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 frowns. "He was a drunk and a gambler. After 2 and a half years of unrest, I killed him. The charge I had sworn to protect."
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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.
Theren taps his side and starts to slowly walk backwards.
"What is the domain?"
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Zdzislaw hands him a plush froghemoth. "What's wrong? I mean, besides the obvious."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"ah" he said and nodded again.
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