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Northern Moor
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Roland remembered her from the bar last night. When he had left, he had managed to run right into a familiar face. At the fire, his life had been saved by a Rider class servant. And now, he had come to the Northern Moor to meet up with her. Because the two of them had a mission. This wasn't his territory, but as honorable man, he suspected the one who had saved his life was the honorable sort too, at least from their talking at the bar. 

But there was one thing that did cause him just a tad concern. It was his missing arm. Or to be more exact, his no-longer missing arm. A set of heavy black bandage like material was wrapped around his torso, and covered what seemed to be a new arm, replacing the one that Roland had lost earlier that week. The witch that had given him back his arm had been cryptic for the reasons behind why. But now, he had something brand new, and he planned to use it. Use it to get back the things he had lost. 

[color=00a99d]"Where are you... Rider?"[/color] Roland grumbled out softly, standing there in the open, hand drumming against his sword. He gazed across the moors, and took in the sights and sounds. It was... Peaceful enough.