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[color=00aeef][h2][center]D'Artagnan Riverwood [/center][/h2][/color]


[color=00aeef][h2][center]Location: The Road To Lorenstad [/center][/h2][/color]

D’Artagnan rubbed the back of his neck, he did not think of himself as a very good fighter. What self defence he does know, is mostly used to protect himself. “[color=00aeef]Again you seem like good folks, and I would rather have run into you then some thief trying to rob me of everything including my clothing.[/color]” Looking over towards the young boy with a big smile, the mention of the name Jango Riverwood gave him quite a bit of nostalgia. “[color=00aeef] I mostly venture to where historical artifacts are, and bring them to the museum for preservation. And I know Jango Riverwood, he is my father although his real name is Alexander. Jango was just a nickname that stuck.[/color]" Having a wave of good memories of his father telling him of his many adventures as a child. “[color=00aeef]Have you heard of his venture into the dwarven tombs filled with goblins, trying to retrieve an ancient dwarven tomb?[/color]”He asked the child, wondering if he had heard of that story. He stopped for a moment feeling idotic for indulging the child’s questions. 

Feeling a bit more comfortable around the group of men, they did not seem like bad people that would try to rob D’Artagnan of his newly acquired artifact. Pulling out the dagger from his coat pocket, the bright green blade  shining brightly in the sun. The group could make out some orcish words etched into the blade. “[color=00aeef]I found this in an old orcish tomb, I had to convince the elder to not use my hide as a rug in exchange for participating in a cleansing ritual.[/color]”  He quickly put away the dagger back into his coat pocket, so that it did not fall out of his hands. “[color=00aeef]Grandline Isles? I have not been there in quite some time, what kind of cargo were you transporting from there if i may ask?[/color]”