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Morguerat
Nodding slightly at Larry, Morguerat led the way in, sheathing his blade, and wishing he had a cloak, a nice white one with a red sunburst would have been his choice, but they were so useful, both in striking a first impression, and for covering any imperfections in the armor itself. Striding heavily, but with caution the knight strode towards the far end of the room where the voice had come from.
[ 01-28-2005, 08:32 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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