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[center][color=steelblue][h1]Rothar[/h1][/color][/center]

A large, muscular man came out of the other road with an axe in a hand, and a bloodied kerchief on the other. He had his guard up, but lost it as soon as he saw Rothar fully. He was a little taller than Rothar himself, and seemed to have the upper hand if it came to a fight. It didn't seem to go in that direction, though. The man had a relaxed look now that they were both in clear sight of each other, and if danger was ever present it seemed to have faded away. Rothar dropped his guard and put the tip of his blade on the ground, using it as support.

[color=steelblue]Ha! I'd die before joining such a scum.[/color] Rothar smiled to the other man, and shot a look behind his back. There was a dead something behind the man. [color=steelblue]My name is Rothar Umoa, Knight seeking to bring the Dark Lord down, or at least as much of his army as I can. Who are you? It's a little far from town to be chopping down trees, right?[/color]