[center][h1][color=0054a6]Tristan the Unworthy Knight[/color][/h1][/center]
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	Tristan rode into the town of Anvil, his horse laden with bags full of supplies. It had been a long journey, but not particularly unforgiving. There was always the usual threat of bandits, but it had been lighter than usual this time around. It's a shame, really. He was getting quite practiced with the hefty longsword he now called his own. Tristan smiled once more as he thought of how he had [i]earned[/i] his equipment. That bastard had it coming. Tristan reached for his canteen, frowning as he realized how light it was. "[color=0054a6]Guess I ran out without realizing.[/color]" His problem seemed to have a quick fix, because he quickly spotted a tavern that was still quite lively at this time of night. "[color=0054a6]It looks like my luck is picking up.[/color]" Tristan dismounted his horse, leading it towards the tavern. 

	He entered the tavern, the amount of noise he heard increasing rapidly. A slight hush washed over the crowd as they spotted what they thought to be an honorable knight. Perhaps they would wonder what adventures had caused the damage to his armor. Tristan walked over to the man working the bar. "[color=0054a6]I need somewhere to keep my horse.[/color]" He did his best to make his voice booming and powerful, but it didn't seem to work very well. The man raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you a little young to be a knight?" Tristan shook his head. "[color=0054a6]Long story. Now listen, do you have a solution to my problem or not? I assure you I can pay.[/color]"

	 The man laughed. "Alright, little knight. I have a stable out back. I'll get my boys to take your horse there." Tristan nodded, and dropped four silver coins on the bar. "[color=0054a6]Thank you for your assistance. I'll take an ale.[/color]" The man snatched the coins up as Tristan walked towards an empty booth in the back. He unsheathed his longsword, resting it on the table as a warning to any who would dare antagonize him. Tristan kept his helmet on for the time being.