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Nellye's Men Part 4 : Halsarn

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Halsarn

Halsarn.Still to this day I remember the first time I saw him.He had just been hired on by the Company by our second in command.It was only the women of the Dawn that day around the usual table in the Tavern.I had sat quiet with my ale, only listening in every now and then. Mostly my mind wandered and so did my eyes as I watched the other patrons. The women of the Dawn did not interest me in the least.Wicked wenches that only invited me to sit with them because I was the leutenants woman.I knew that, but I did not care.They meant nothing to me.

The Little Lord's thoughts - One

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Lucren sat down in his home, with his wolf "Sheva" laying across his lap. He was on his bed, and Sheva was sprawled over his bottom half. He couldn't do very much else than scratch and pamper the animal. Though, he just began talking to her. Moreso to himself, but he wanted to talk about it to -someone-!

"That night was one a bitter sweet one. Though if I'm honest what comes next frightens me, even if it is... Very exciting.

II ~ Keep Your Chin Up

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ENCOUNTER THREE, THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM

In her belief that her third encounter would be the best of the lot(Excluding her gratefulness for Miss Vaven, of course), Lock would set out carefully for whom to approach. She did not pick inside of the inn, rather outside of it—a man leaning against a row of fences, opposite of the inn. His features were graced by a shadowing hood, his hands and arms unseen by the throw of a cloak. 

Dreaming of Death -- One

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That aching feeling that your time is near, but that there's not near enough time to relish all that is dear. Each step forward is a battering ram sending you back, and you can't help but wonder if this is punishment for all they say that you lack. “I'll be a better person, I swear!” You lie through clenching teeth out of fear. 

How many times?

How many times can you be pushed from a cliff and live?

There's got to be a final tier in the fate at hand, a band of late music announcing the cure of your agony. 

Work offering

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"When did you got here to Bree? I just arrived some days ago." The tanned man in the Rohir armor said, they had met some time ago back in Stangard.

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