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[sub][@Psyker Landshark][/sub][/center]
[b]"Mm, if it's orcs upon which Sir Renar will make his claim to fame, I'm sure the title of 'Orcbolg' has laid quiet enough to be foisted upon another."[/b]

The soft spot the terminally-cynical knight had for his little brother was of such indulgence that it was like a melted milk pudding. As some silence was brought within the cavernous hall, curiously empty for the time of day, Serenity shrugged, her own gaze settling upon the successive paintings of Tyaethe across the decades, each rendered by a different painter.

[b]"They threw away their honor, and still died like swine."[/b] Such a restrained expression, such a restrained tone. [b]"Suppose it was the Goddess's mercy that dulled their wits, when the advantage would've been theirs in but a few more hours."[/b]