 An Old Warriors Tale...
Raziel dropped his pack on the ground to his left, and took in a deep breath. He always had liked to take in the smell of a new town upon entering it. Trinsic smelled good, the crisp sea breeze, incense, fresh fruit on the near by farmers stools. These were scents he knew he could get used to! He picked up his pack and moved on down the road, as he did so he took his time to admire the architecture of the city. It was much like Magincia had once looked, he thought to him self. He paused for a moment and thought back to those days, what a fine city Magincia had once been. He shrugged the thought off, no time for sad memories did he have. He had reached the later years of his life and it was time to settle down once again, find work and maybe a good woman. Raziel noticed a tavern sign and, with his stomach rumbling, decided to investigate the possibility of food and maybe a glass of Trinsican wine while he waited for the duchy recruitment office to open for the day…
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10-04-08, 03:52 PM
