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Notes
Feb 8, 2006 18:05:09 GMT -5
Post by Scornful Pen on Feb 8, 2006 18:05:09 GMT -5
The gate was almost closing by the time I rode into Gondor. I urged my horse, Shadow; on and barely made it threw the crack. "Late again?" Andwise, the doorkeeper said with a tsk of his tongue as I slowed Shadow to a rough trot. I nodded, "Aye." I was about to dismount and take Shadow to the nearest stable when I felt a gust of wind beside me and saw a man on a horse gallop beside me and shove a note into my hand. Oh, wonderful! I said to myself with fake cheer. I unfolded the piece of parchment and read:
Anira,
New task, the man's name is Halfred Attanas. Quick and clean. It is to be done within the week.
C.R.
"C.R." I muttered, crumpling the letter and throwing it into the nearby fire of a blacksmith as I trotted to my small home. "C.R." As the Count Renard preferred to call himself in lower circles; was constantly dealing in the black market. Apparently this Halfred, refused to pay or threatened to tell everyone about his shadowy dealings. The count only called on me whenever the man he needed to be 'disposed of' was important. I would tell you I was honored, but I'd be lying.
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