[color=8882be][i]House Modius[/i][/color]. Has he heard the name somewhere before? He could not remember. Maybe in one of Sullivan's longwinded tales by the campfire under starlight, but even he did not remember those. No one could. They had much detail and not enough excitement. [color=8882be][i]Physical capabilities[/i][/color], the lad said? He craned his neck over his shoulder to reaffirm what Salvyn looked like again .......and reminded himself not to judge a book by it's cover. Especially in the world they lived in. The ACTUAL world they lived in. [color=8882be][i]Stranger things have happened than a boy with the strength of ten men.[/i][/color]

  Just then a lass who bore more resemblance to a housewife than a guest to this cause, barged into the room with not so much a shred of grace anywhere in sight. The young lady skidded, oddly, a few feet forward as the ground somehow refused to accept her - and would have touched Sullivan's metal heel with her face had she gone a foot further. The unelegant display made the Templar knight cringe, his hand instinctively shirked to his heart. Then a farmiliar voice called out. [color=8882be][i]A Magician[/i][/color], Modius called her. He visibly glanced at the young man once more.

However, the commotion did not end, not seconds later did another fellow make his way through the still-shaking doors. This time with a weapon clearly in hand and rags not exactly fit for the occasion, if he had not introduced himself as [color=8882be]'John Roo-el'[/color] nor looked unsuprised at the guests in the manor, the knight might have mistaken him for a burglar. [color=8882be]A very daring burglar[/color]. It would have been an effective ruse afterall to send an innocent young thing into the room to distract everyone, and when all eyes were on her - demand payment at gunpoint without a moment's warning. 

...though he considered greeting the new arrivals first, Modius already had that well and covered with a bit of spunk. It also did feel rather ungentlemanly to see a woman fall and do nothing, thus a set of cold, steely arms would soon reach down and with the lady's consent - lift the her back to her feet. Albeit indelicately. Like he was just trying to sit a sack of potatoes upright. Not very gentlemanly either. [i]Oh well.[/i][i] Courtesy can only go so far when you're wearing 130 pounds of steel.[/i]


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