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He wiped his blade clean on the shirt of a dead bandit before sheathing it. He stood solemnly over the battlefield for a moment and then turned to return to his mount. The well trained warhorse didn't shy from the scent of the blood that cover the front of his coat and his arms to the elbows. It was also disciplined enough to keep its place in formation on the road back to Aimlenn, letting him doze in the saddle.

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Indrau winced as he dismounted, leaning on his horse as he pulled his cane from it's spot on the back of his saddle. He handed his mount off to a groom and limped into the main building, practically stabbing at the floor with his cane. The ride back had left him sore and irritable but the one saving grace was that he had caught a few moments of rest. He had once considered renting a cart but his pride wouldn't allow it. Imagine, an elite knight riding to battle in the back of a cart.

In his room he stripped off his vambraces and coat, tossing them onto a table to be cleaned later. Indrau washed his hands in a basin of water and then threw on a fresh shirt. He left his room a handful of minutes later, heading to the kitchens to see if he could acquire some food without any troublesome maids trying to serve him.

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