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Subject: -- Author: Lord MordanVielen [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:46:47 05/21/01 Mon Hoofbeats ring on the cobbles as a skittish ebon steed canters into the square. Froth flecks the animal's chest, and it heaves from lack of exercise. The equally dark lord atop his horse swings down, with creak of leather and the ominous whisper of his midnight cloak. Like-wise midnight eyes peer forebodingly yet searchfully into the dimly-light warehouses and shops, disgust at the lack of venues. But soon he sees what he is looking for, and leads the tired beast over to a corral. The man looks up, clear blue eyes regarding the man. He nods curtly, wiping grimy hands on his dirty trousers. "Good morn, Mi'lord MordanVielen. I was expecting ye for quite some time." He scowls, handing the lead to the man. He slips to the saddle, swiftly untacking the beast and shifting the sable tack onto his other arm. A flick of his eyes indicates the bridle, and the blue-eyed merchent removes it. "I'm in need of a beast. Something fast, but not light. A Friesian, perhaps." He nods, smiling. "I told ye that other trader wouldn't do ye good. That animal's a waste." He catches the lord's dangerous glint and turns to the milling horses, all exotic ebon Friesians. "I 'ave a nice mare here. No wait, 'tis a stallion you prefer. Me best it their yonder - at the back." He nods, moving to the edge and running his hands over the stallion's neck and back, checking him over. "I will take him. You will trade me for that animal, and I will pay the surplus in this," he takes out a bag, tossing it to the man. He catches it in a clink of gold coins, nodding hurriedly. "Ayre, sir. I'll tack 'im up for ye." He does so, handing the reins to the dark man before him. "Should you have trouble, I will be about and around," he says with a grin. "I daresay you should be for your sake. I do not like a swindler." With that he rode off, cloak billowing behind... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]