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Harold, the Herbwarden, wrinkled his nose as he stepped through the door. As a diligent warden of herbs, he was used to sweet fragrances; this pungent pit struck him like a wet hammer.
"You always were a nancy," said Westen, the Lone Wolf. He was leaning beneath the torch, just beside the door. Harold started, then turned. "Wes. Good to see you," he huffed, nearly meaning it. Westen grinned.
"How long has it been?" asked Westen. He was cloaked, by both shadow and an actual cloak, and his spot beneath the sconce made him alarmingly difficult to spot. A ferocious spear was slung over his back.
"I don't know. Seven years?" proposed Harold. He eyed the room; he didn't think a crowd could get less savory than the punks who bullied him at University, but this particular location was shockingly savor-free. He wore a bright beret, a foppish tunic, and a perpetual grimace. He looked like he'd been studying for years about how to look precisely out-of-place.
"Eight. Eight years and forty-four days, two days after graduation, when you got on the boat back to Lyris." Westen took a swig from his personal flask. "Not counting when I ran into you two years ago, though you were apparently too busy to speak."
Harold sighed. "I had the Prince's ear for the first time in ages, and there were some very important--"
Westen waved his hand. "Herbs don't warden themselves, so on, so forth. It doesn't matter. I'm glad you came."
"What is this about, anyway?" asked Harold.
"I knew you were in the area, and I needed someone I can trust wholeheartedly," said Westen. "The wuss from school would certainly do."
Harold bristled. "As long as you hold to the agreement stated in your letter, I suppose I'm at your service."
Westen nodded. "Very well. We'll hash the terms out in a minute. Until then," he said, gazing at Harold's courtly attire, "try keep a low profile, would you?"
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i've named my characters with the same letter that their initial begins with on the board. it's a convention i hope you'll all agree to follow, if you're gonna be writing as much as i am.
i'm also fairly certain that i'm not allowed to make my guys cooperate until they've had a Talk round, so, once the game begins proper, that's what they'll do in the first quarter.
i suppose. i'm slightly in the dark. LET'S HAVE A GOOD TIME GUYZ