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Post by SirThanatos on Jul 23, 2004 10:24:37 GMT -5
The ride had been a long one, even for a horse with the speed and stamina of Mortis...the Kinght arrived in Summersville and inquired of some folk as to the location of the tavern...Having been told where it was, he then walked Mortis towards a stable for a well deserved meal and grooming.
Once he saw to it that his mount was in good hands, he made his way to the tavern. He saw the sign a few feet away..."The Boars Head" it was called, and he entered as quietly as a man in full armor may be silent in his steps, and stood in the doorway and took in the measure of the place.
He found that taverns seemed pretty much the same anywheres...as there were folks of all descriptions within..theives, knifemen and probably more than a few "tricksters". Making his way to the bar, he ordered a tankard of ale.
Pondering a moment, as he had never met this Capt Richard before, he wondered how he would know the man?? He thought he solved the problem however!
Turning he hoisted his tankard in the air and spat out what to anyone else would seem a curse upon the weather.
Damn! There be a Windstorm a brewin yonder!!...Then he took a long pull from his ale, and waited to be approached!
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