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‘Twould be an honour to chronicle thy deeds a daring do and valor upon the battlefield, young Captain, save thy lettering be as of import as thy sword-craft and I so would have thee learn the fair speech. And so we shall thus begin thy labors. 'Tis my thought thou wilt not find such a trail. Sir Mikel |
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Nay, Captain; as Squire Reynald wilt tell ye, I be but a lettered ink-horn mate. My weapon of choice be the book rather than the sword and I do find my merriment in the depths of the library rather than the gore of the field of battle. |
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Art thou captain of thy company? And what of thy comrades yet to join thy ranks? |
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Greetings, mine eye doth perceive thou hast made the acquaintance of that fox of a squire, Reynald – a worthy sort no less – but of the breed of Hermes, methinks. He wilt lead thee upon a merry chase as his wit be as Damascus steel and his words begilded by gold. |
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Be it weapons you seek, sir? If whacking churls with padded weapons is your fancy, I reccomend the Edhellen Armory: |
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Well-met, friend. I thank you for your kind friendship; rest assured that I will grant you my own in equal measure. |


And how hath thou been, Captain? ‘Twould seem from thine activities upon the Shires’ pathways, thou liest amort beneath the trees.
Sir MikelMethinks, that be not the case here but that thou art bechained or otherwise bound by fell folk?
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