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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Lurking in the shadows.
Posts: 711
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Two weeks before departure...
In a pub not far from the harbour, two adventurers sat opposite each other. One of them appeared to be a young woman with a less than impressive posture and guileless eyes. The other was of a different mold: an old sailor with a weather-beaten face and hands that seemed to be made out of leather. He had the voice of one who was a stranger in every land.
"You are certain about this?" The young woman nodded and smiled a half-nervous, half-mysterious smile. "I swear, sir. I know I can find the place. I only need some help. Or, more precisely, a boat." In contrast to his, her voice was high and clear, even audible when she tried to lower it to a whisper. "You have a map? Directions?" He sounded sceptical. "I have everything we need to know. You will just have to trust me." "I fail to see why I need make you captain." He leaned back into the chair and took another swig of his drink. "Well…" she started, and as she spoke, a fire appeared in her eyes that strangely contrasted with her innocent features. |
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