6 hours ago
FATED, FAITHFUL, FATAL...
"In all of my years, you types haven't gotten much stealthier." The grizzled veteran spoke from between two golden clad warriors, the white mask hiding stained bandages. The armored trio approached slowly, the Captain reduced to a stiff limp as he was getting used to his new leg. "Need your name and business, little miss. You find yourself on the border of The Horde, ruled over by the Lady Rosencrantz." Project requests, giving an inquisitive search over Flora with his remaining eye. She wasn't one of the usual refugees, deserters, or traders, no. She carried an edge to her, one that he recognized as a killer's posture. "Let me guess, you're here to join the merry band of mercenaries? Ah, shit, that's good. I'm always needing more recruits, and Lady Rosencrantz would be elated to see her knight corps grow more." The wolf assumed, sitting before Flora whilst he waited for her response to his slight interrogation, getting weight off of wounds he wasn't supposed to be aggravating yet. Rosemary would skin him, should she find out.
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