[i][b][Color=4863A0]"Gregory Whitehorn."[/color][/b][/i] His reply was, ever the laconic. Taciturn and abruptly truncated with silence. There was far too much greenery here. While yes in Green Fall great trees enshadowed them, he had the smell of his forge to keep the wafting aromas of flowers and greens away. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Is the Ebon ready? Dog to feed, and Apprentice to manage."[/color][/b][/i]

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Speaking of Apprentice, Kenneth has gotten himself into some trouble. Well, not really the sort of trouble that would concern an Ebon knight, but a few drinks at the bar and he blustered himself the courage to try something he hadn't before. A few good rounds of ale, beer or mead, whatever it was they gave him for his gold pieces, at which by the 4th drink the boy was already babbling in stupor and purchasing drinks for the men around him cheering him on. A free drink after all was worth far more than some stupid boy's liver right? maybe they could get some of the good stuff for his kidney? Anyways after dark and the still missing master, Kenneth was less than aware of his surroundings, nor exactly in the right state of mind. To which his staggered walk around Green Fall was something comical to see, if anyone found a stumbling fool laughable rather than detestable.

That being said, in his current state, he mustered up the thought of being with a lady. After all, a man has needs right? Urges to take care of. But in mistaking a girl for a lady of the night, well...