Rileez
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Dark Elf In Exile
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Post by Rileez on Aug 12, 2009 2:15:08 GMT -5
Before him stood the gates to the town. He always dreaded going inside, though he was treated with some level of respect, he knew it was for all the wrong reasons. He distasted most people, their general lack for understanding. He just wanted to live out normally, but he knew that would never be. He tapped the blade sheathed at his side to signal to the guards posted and gave a nod, they knew him, they knew he wasn't there on good business, but what did they care, as long as their people were safe. He moved on into the tavern, it was time for a drink... and to look for new work...
As he took a seat at the far end of the bar, everyone took a gave him a glance, than looked a way as he order his drink.
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Rileez
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Dark Elf In Exile
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Post by Rileez on Jul 23, 2010 5:49:49 GMT -5
As he waited for his drink to arrive, he reached into a pouch at his side, a lock of brown hair removed from it slowly as to not draw any attention to it. He held it in his fingertips for a moment, contemplating, remembering what had transpired over the last 2 years, giving a heavy sigh as he recollected what had happened. But as quick as the memories came on, the quickly they faded as he replaced the lock back into the beltpouch. His drink arrived, an ale of dark color, and he brought it to his lips for a sip, turning to look about the room. "Where can I stand to profit?" he recalled to himself, he was looking for work, be it the right or the wrong kind.
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