npc1
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Post by npc1 on Apr 17, 2015 15:12:36 GMT -7
The man casually watches the masked weirdo leave. He waves his hand somewhat dismissively in the strange man's direction.
"He didn't pay, did he?"
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Post by Alyx Quinn on Apr 17, 2015 18:02:22 GMT -7
"Don't worry about it. So, what do you need?"
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Post by npc1 on Apr 18, 2015 20:27:30 GMT -7
Clearing his throat, the man dusts himself off and approaches the girl. Offering his hand to shake, he speaks up.
"Berinon, Huscarl to Ser Rowan Cartwright." His voice was gruff, and to the point.
His glove was rather dirty, though he left his hand open and ready to be shaken.
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Post by Alyx Quinn on Apr 18, 2015 20:53:23 GMT -7
The engineer shakes his hand, her smile fading at the mention of Rowan. "Ser Rowan Cartwright? You mean Ser Rowan as in The Wolf of the West?" She had heard stories of the man, and they made her a little terrified of him.
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Post by npc1 on Apr 18, 2015 21:18:01 GMT -7
The Huscarl chuckles lightly. He was used to people reacting this way when he mentioned his Ser's name, and for good reason. Ser Rowan had a nasty reputation.
"The very same." He steps back.
"I've travelled very far, so I'm just going to be blunt. We need you at camp Eclipsim."
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Post by Alyx Quinn on Apr 21, 2015 18:44:44 GMT -7
"W-what? Camp Eclipsim? Am I being drafted?" Alyx spoke with a concerned tone. Why would the front lines need someone like her?
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