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Northern Moor
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[color=00a99d]"I understand the... Nervousness of such a meeting. Your master has no doubt heard of the ever increasing dangers the war is bringing on. I understand why they have likely remained safe in their home."[/color] Roland wasn't one to judge, since he himself had tried to convince him master to remain at the Einzbern manor and let the servants travel around and get involved in the war. Naturally, the horse man refused, feeling the need to help the people. Roland of course, let him. He was a hero, not a kidnapper, and would never force such a man to work against his own will. In fact, he was jealous. Such desire, to fight the odds without a upper hand like a servant. How noble. How... Admirable. It made him feel alive again. 

The sword thrown at his feet was picked up from the ground, and clutched in his hand. It was nowhere near the power of the other sword the Rider wielded, but it carried a mystery, much like the other blade given to him the other Rider who followed the Einzberns. He wondered for a while what that Rider was up to. He was indeed a powerful man, but his master played him far to defensively. He expected that man to probably be pacing at that manor now, itching for any kind of battle against a foe he could consider on his level. Roland hoped that man would find his battle. But for now, Roland was searching for his own, and such a man would be dangerous for such a hunt. 

[color=00a99d]"You saved my life."[/color] Roland said, as if replying to her talk about his actions. [color=00a99d]"I doubt I would have had the chance to escape if you hadn't done what you did. Even if the fires did spread, I won't tell anyone. As a paladin of my uncle, it would be nothing short of an insult if I attempted to turn you in after saving my life. I'm no criminal, or assassin."[/color] Placing the second sword in a new sheath on his belt, he reached out with his unaltered arm to shake Trieu's own. [color=00a99d]"I owe you a great deal, and I will owe you again once this mission is over. Once I have regained my blade, I shall give you an honorable duel. From one great hero to the other."[/color] There was a smile, and he was looking into the distance. 

[color=00a99d]"Well, when you're ready."[/color] Roland let out a smile, as that idiot hero began to march out of the Moor. His eyes focused on the future. [color=00a99d]"So, do you have a name? Mine is Roland. I feel it would be dishonorable of me to not inform you, since I owe you such a debt."[/color]