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[20 Dec 2007|01:48pm] |
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Those we'd rather no see seem to be showing up in this forsaken place, who next I wonder. Who next will turn up?
I tire of this, sitting around waiting for familiar faces to appear before me. I tire of it all.
This night I may not return Arthur, scouting it usually his job, yet I'm cannot stay idle for much longer.
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[10 Dec 2007|11:43am] |
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The arrow is gone and naught but a stiched up wound remains. Words cannot describe how pleased I am. You have my many thanks Tristan.
With weapons on my back I think it is time to go pay a visit to an old friend, and get that wine I've been simply dying to drink.
...Pity that I do not have my horse, it would make the trip so much easier.
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