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Telryn Gale
Telryn stared at the man vomiting near the tree. He had passed out, asleep by the looks of things. It was no problem to him, he knew what happened when you drunk, as he assumed this man did. The scar on his left cheek was a constant reminder never to drink. He had gained it when one drunk threw a bottle across a crowded bar, hitting Telryn. In a murderous rage he threw the man out, and a few more, destroying half the bar as well. He was stripped of his title of Captain of the Guard and sent on his way. Disgraced he left the city for the simple life of being on the road, never in one place for too long, not getting close to anyone.
Telryn snapped out of his daydream and glanced about. He slowly walked over to the brown haired man who was talking to the young lady.
"I couldn't help overhear you talking about teaching these bandits a lesson, so to speak. I'd happily help if it is for the greater good," He said grinning, "Telryn, by the way."
[ 07-23-2005, 03:33 PM: Message edited by: Ivelliis ]
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