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Post by The Flint on Dec 10, 2008 22:45:21 GMT -5
Ondrew bowed his head.
"If it please you Lord Bors, may we seek shelter for the night? On the morrow we shall seek out other great lords of the North to do as you have done."
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Post by Horas on Dec 11, 2008 15:09:31 GMT -5
Bors nods. "My hearth is yours, Burley."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 11, 2008 17:01:09 GMT -5
////////// The next morning the clansmen depart.
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