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Deep within the forests, far from the home of the Paladins on Adumar, Cartann City, a handful of tiny, fiery beings danced in the early dawn. This was where the band of fully armed men women, and others made camp just the night before after her day-long trek.
Sat before one of the fires, watching it slowly flicker out, was Squire Rouslyn Tiberium. She had been one of the few official Paladins to join the band of criminal seekers on their justful mission out into the wilds, and was probably one of (if not the) youngest amongst them. This didn't bother the young Squire; she knew she could handle her sword just as well as any of the older members, and she was planning on proving so when they finally came across their prey.
Rouslyn had been one of the few (barring the night watch) to wake up before the sun had fully rose; she had watched as the star’s rays struggled to break sleepily past the numerous tree branches. The shrinking fire still provided the most light for the groggy Paladin. She shifted her sitting position a bit and used the log which she had her back against to get at an itch she couldn't scratch. Satisfied, she pulled her blanket closer around her (and her greatsword, which rested in her lap and across her chest) then yawned, waiting for the rest of the troupe to awaken and for breakfast to be prepared.
@Dawnrider
Sat before one of the fires, watching it slowly flicker out, was Squire Rouslyn Tiberium. She had been one of the few official Paladins to join the band of criminal seekers on their justful mission out into the wilds, and was probably one of (if not the) youngest amongst them. This didn't bother the young Squire; she knew she could handle her sword just as well as any of the older members, and she was planning on proving so when they finally came across their prey.
Rouslyn had been one of the few (barring the night watch) to wake up before the sun had fully rose; she had watched as the star’s rays struggled to break sleepily past the numerous tree branches. The shrinking fire still provided the most light for the groggy Paladin. She shifted her sitting position a bit and used the log which she had her back against to get at an itch she couldn't scratch. Satisfied, she pulled her blanket closer around her (and her greatsword, which rested in her lap and across her chest) then yawned, waiting for the rest of the troupe to awaken and for breakfast to be prepared.
@Dawnrider