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WillBrown
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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 11:57 am
Post subject: Sweating profusely, Marcus enters |
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*He pushes open the door of the tavern, face lined with sweat. He mops his brow with a dirty rag, placing his shield next to the door. Carrying no other weapons apart from a stick, he seems very un-burdened. He acquires a large cup of water from the bar, before taking his ease in a comfortable chair. After a long walk in the heat, and the cool air of the tavern, he begins to doze off.*
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Brother Marcus Northclaw
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