Re: Tales of the Roving - City on Wheels
Rohan's head snapped toward the man and his stare was cold. Quickly he rememberd himself and relaxed a little.
Hmph. You A gaurd? No of course you are, what other kind of fool would adress two armed men as if we were incompetent punks that would cut off our own toe with a blade.
He moved down from his horse swiftly and silently, though appearing to favor his left leg to land on. His dark green cloak seemed to blend in here and there, making it hard to distinguish where he was as a whole. He moved to the man slowly enough, his eyes shining in the light, a cold grey.
What's your name merc?
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