sir rictor cassul, korporal. (templars) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-06-09 21:53:00 |
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He was accustomed to rising early, grabbing breakfast and going for a run before his other duties reared their ugly heads. But this morning, he was slow on his feet to respond to the nervous rapping at his door, the ashen-faced pilgrim scuffing their feet in the hallway and bearing bad news. (More like evening – it was still the dead of night.) |