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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 3, 2009 22:54:36 GMT -5
Helping someone was okay, work was okay, and being paid was alright too, but when did he sign up for all the freaking cold weather and only wear his usual clothes? No less be introduced to one of the most top security places around? Thank the Nine or whoever they stopped in Bruma and he got some warm coat and a hooded cape.
Luke looked up at the large wooden doors. “Oh no…no no no no!” he half shouted turning on his heal, but Balsa grabbed him by the back of his shirt and practically drug him up the stairs. “gentlemen! Your new blacksmith, make sure you feed and water him properly.” she smirked then let him go, he tumbled forward into some show that had collected and not been shoveled away yet. Luke growled pushing himself up.
“oh right one last thing…” Balsa walked towards him, he blinked and stepped back “someone needs to test him.” Luke’s eyes narrowed as he pulled at his cape and whipped it off with one quick motion. Tan skin looking darker against the snow. “I’m just a black smith.” he stated plainly. “I didn’t sign up for this…you practically kidnapped me.” he gowned walking down the stairs.
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