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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 21, 2011 10:35:55 GMT -5
Lysander nodded and was, for once, uncharacteristically quiet. The last time he'd used it, he'd slain his own father. And it had been no accident.
Lyonel looked at him briefly, put his hand on his shoulder and kept it there. "He's just mopey because he hasn't had proper training in a while. But he's brilliant once he gets his game back," he said and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2011 17:35:16 GMT -5
"That is reassuring to hear. Trebor, unfortunately is not." Arron said with a small sigh and a shake of his head. "Well, if you excuse me, I have things to arrange, if my son is leaving, I shall see to a few things. I shall have rooms readied for you all." He stood up, inclined his head to the Reachmen and left the same way Trebor had.
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The morning after Trebor and two, at present nameless goons, left Godsgrace and headed for Sunspear with the party from House Costayne.
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