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Sir Calen of Darg'yann
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Date Posted: 17:52:06 05/22/01 Tue

Two swift knocks preluded the entrance of the raven-haired warrior. The russet cloak whirled about boots as he made his way into the threshold and towards the antechamber. He ran a tanned hand through curling locks hurriedly, moving to the throne room with the fluid grace of a born soldier. Falling on one knee, the knight bowed his head, unusual golden eyes staring almost boldy towards the King.

"Sire, I am Sir Calen of Darg'yann, many leagues from here - near Wales. I'm a travelling mercenary if ye'll have me, if not I'll be on my way. I work for a charge but will not on my honour let ye down. If ye require proof of my skill I'd be obliged to show ye."

He paused, rising slowly to stand. The cloak was flipped back casually, revealing the unusual curved blade of his sheathed sword. Amber eyes were trained on the King, never faltering yet not impudent all the same. A certain degree of rebelliousness was hinted in those eyes, but nothing to the point that he was a trecherous conniver. He stood, expressionless, awaiting the King's answer.

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A servant skips over, and a whisper or two is exchanged. Sir Calen nods, yellow eyes upturning to the window. "Tell his Majesty of my presence, and of my services. If he requests an audience with me I will be about." He nods his head in respect, turning with the billow of his russet cape and is gone... (NT)Sir Calen14:59:55 05/23/01 Wed


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