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Post by Orin on Mar 19, 2013 13:28:36 GMT -8
You can't help but notice him, his armor is blinding in the sun. Golden hewed and casting light with every move.
He looks weary, like maybe he has been on the road far too long. Years by the look of him. With a heavy sigh he looks about. This isn't the first new town he has seen take root. But with his home occupied by goblin squatters this will have to do. He sets up a small tent, kneels in silent prayer, and disappears inside.
Some may recognize Orin Neville Smythe, soldier errant to Barron Sterling. Some may even call him friend.
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