[Sir ReGiN]

*Goignar! Have are ye comin with dem planks? You have to hurry, boyo, else we won't finish in time!*
Regin went back to plaining the planks he did have..
It was a dull job, but it was the only one he could get..
He looked up at the sun..
Perhaps if he told the town that he was one of the old Knights, then he might get a more worthy job!
But no..those times were gone..he didn't want to revive them again..
And the leaders of the dwarven building guild were kind and generous employers..
He picked up a bunch of planks and started walking towards the construction-site..
It was going to be a house for the mayor..
He knew that just thinking of the times of Castle Kerhelm would ruin his sleep that night..he would lie and remember, just like he always did..
But he couldn't stop himself, where had all the old knights gone?
He knew Neb was somewhere in the area, but no one had seen him for years..
But the rest, only the gods knew..
He missed those days, they were happy days, filled with adventure and friends..
But that was a long time ago..he shaked his head, trying to shake the thought out as well..
Goignar grabbed his shoulder
*Do ye wanna come to the pub tonigh, Regin, and have an ale with us?*
*Aye..sure*
He'd much rather have one with the old knights though..and the queen..

OOC>Regin's a dwarven cleric, if you don't remember, and he now works at the dwarven building guild in the town, if you have trouble reading [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 01-31-2002: Message edited by: Sir ReGiN ]