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— Brennan Woods —[/center]

Indrau nodded at the fairy and turned, walking back to his horse. As he remounted he grunted and looked slightly uncomfortable, slouching to one side to hlet his good leg take most of his weight. He made a straight line for the keep, dismounting at the gate and striding through to where the Captain waited, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sheathed sword.

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— Brennan —[/center]

Salz pushed her way through the crowd surrounding Tyeathe, easy enough considering few of the bystanders had height enough to reach past her elbow. The giants own armor showed the scars of her own ordeals, gouged and dented with some leather fittings ripped entirely away.

"I think that may be a lost cause Dame Radistirin. The cloth certainly is but for the armour I recommend a thorough scrubbing with sand, as we did in the fight pits back home."
[@Raineh Daze]